[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
Bro gon' trap in Nike tech, til it's out of style
No shit in my pocket, it be adding a couple pounds
Told her bring some money, that pussy don't get me aroused
Need a percent, if you gon' make some money in my town
That nigga must have really stayed all he do is shoot at houses
Take a groupie bitch, I might dm her and beat her down
Nigga steal from me, I steal his life, we even now
Packet full of dark, I told my fiends to meet the brass
It's a [?], stupid, not a chop, stupid
37 thousand on the watch, stupid
Reach for something, imma be here, get popped, stupid
Big Ben with the hoes don't get blocked, stupid
I got white bitches giving me they daddy money
Strippers tell you hit the club, and I start passing money
I'm in the three story house, I used to have a [?]
I'm just getting used to this, I'm kinda bad with money
Switches on the glizzy, it got split personalities
On the 'Gram he lit, but he not in reality
All I sip is juice, fuck around and get a cavity
Niggas in the field, snatching chains like he [?]
Found out I hit his bitch, he breathing different
I ain't even gotta brag, she see the difference
Like he took too long, we leaving niggas
We'll come and get your whole family, guy, like Peter Griffin
Bro gon' trap in Nike tech, til it's out of style
No shit in my pocket, it be adding a couple pounds
Told her bring some money, that pussy don't get me aroused
Need a percent, if you gon' make some money in my town
That nigga must have really stayed all he do is shoot at houses
Take a groupie bitch, I might dm her and beat her down
Nigga steal from me, I steal his life, we even now
Packet full of dark, I told my fiends to meet the brass
It's a [?], stupid, not a chop, stupid
37 thousand on the watch, stupid
Reach for something, imma be here, get popped, stupid
Big Ben with the hoes don't get blocked, stupid
I got white bitches giving me they daddy money
Strippers tell you hit the club, and I start passing money
I'm in the three story house, I used to have a [?]
I'm just getting used to this, I'm kinda bad with money
Switches on the glizzy, it got split personalities
On the 'Gram he lit, but he not in reality
All I sip is juice, fuck around and get a cavity
Niggas in the field, snatching chains like he [?]
Found out I hit his bitch, he breathing different
I ain't even gotta brag, she see the difference
Like he took too long, we leaving niggas
We'll come and get your whole family, guy, like Peter Griffin
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