thug rolled a motherfuckin' grammy
you put 'em out the rolls just like bananas
old dead people dancin' in my pocket rasputia's granny
your bitch let me in while you gettin' banded
young thug nuttin' everywhere
tuck my napkin in my shirt
nasty bitches can't stand me
caught my bitch clean like an empty house attic
red rag comin' from the right like i'm about to challenge
i'm playin' with sandwich bags and them scale
then i head to the turf and i'm like fuck 12
fuck them white folk that gave my little buddy an l
so i do this for him when i'm rappin' dummy bells
i'm payin' in a cash bond
and you gettin' bunned if you don't got them cash funds
servin' on the block can take off when crash comes
and right back to the block just like we left somethin'
them crackers killed my homeboy
so every single night i smoke one for my homeboys
in love with the alphabet
this a six figure operation
i'm still beatin' those down
dodgin' traffic and casin'
hey miss catherine johnson i'm ridin' for you baby
with a shoulder strapped chopper and nina my baby
fuck the narcs and agents
cause gettin' this paper is so contagious
i'm gone work this bitch until they serve them work paper
bails of the gas on the table
but keep that cain and abel