Lyrics

[Intro] Hmm, uh-huh (Hit-Boy) Mm, mm (Uh-huh) Bitch Man (Let's go) This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy I done, I done made it I done made it, made it, yeah I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit Fuck nigga (Uh, yeah) [Chorus] I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC, Kel-Tec Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest Rockstar, listenin' to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh) I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay [Verse] If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face Fifty K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes I ain't Lil Pump, but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane Hit a lil' bitch like, "Burr" (Huh), why she so insecure? (Uh) Who got the pills in here? (Huh) How do you live in here? (Uh) I got my crib here (Uh), havin' some kids here (Huh) I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Huh) I do it big, yeah (Huh), big, big, yeah (Let's go) She saw me in the club (Uh), how did you get in here? (Uh-uh) Fuck is you doin' here? (Let's go) Why is you shootin' here? (Let's go) Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Doin' it big, yeah (Uh-huh), big, big, yeah (Oh-ayy) Yeah, away, away, away, away, away (Okay) You want bullshit, they'll hit you with that olé (Grra, grra, grra) Chip on my shoulder, I gotta prove myself, no Lays (Let's go) Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I'ma still get laid (Smash, smash, smash, smash) That bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed, uh (Smash, smash, smash, smash) I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it, let's go, let's go, yeah) Chicago shit (Yeah), Chicago nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm super rich (Uh), I could pay your rent (Uh), Rollie doesn't tick (Uh) Chopper with the tints (Uh), pull up with the tints (Uh, uh), clip is extended Never gave a fuck (Uh), never gave a shit (Uh), only gettin' rich (Uh, uh) Live how I live (Uh), forgive and forget (Uh), man, I don't forget shit You don't know when to stand You got it bad, man, come in, oh Oh, baby, come in Man, I don't forget shit (Uh) Uh, yeah [Chorus] I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest (Let's go) I never been a referee, but I still got a TEC (Uh), Kel-Tec (Uh-uh) Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest (Let's go, yeah) Rockstar, listening to Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah (Uh-huh, uh) Uh, I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at? Army sergeant, no rank, yeah