Intro 
Eee, err 
Eee, err 
Ah, hahaha 
Ah, chief 
Dada, dolo 
Yeah, ayy 

Verse 
Bitch, I count the money, hella blues in the spot 
Shorty still a shorty, but he move with the Glock 
I just wanna show him how to move when it's hot 
Bitch, I took a risk and it was glued to the pot 
Whole lot of hearts and some .2's in this box 
Trappin' on the daily, ain't no shoes in the box 
We gonna send some shots and watch him ooze from the top 
Catch him down bad and he loosing them locks 
Riding with some demons, all of 'em seeing red 
Tryna use his legs, that nigga Lieutenant Dan 
Better use your hands, my nigga been off the meth 
Or we can use our hands, my fuckers will beat his ass 
I was fifteen when I lost my dawg 
Should've known that you would cross me, you look like hot sauce 
In the field fightin' demons from that shit I saw 
She suckin' dick up off the molly, probably get lockjaw 
And all them niggas say they with it until that shit pop off 
All my shorties handle business, get that boy knocked off 
And a nigga might die today with that talk 
And we left him on the ground to wait for that chalk 
We got plenty bullets, bitch, I move with a box 
Niggas get to tweakin', we put dude in the box 
R.I.P. my brother, why they go put you in the box? 
They put [?] in the hole, but he ain't knew 'til the box 
So you know my shorty good, you know he straight 
I fucked two bitches back to back, yeah, that's a relay 
I've been kickin' off the Percocet for three days 
She put a hickey on my dick, I told her, "Switch that," it's a replay
Niggas get to tweakin', you know we slide, then we spray
My shorties in the cut, so all them shots fire from three ways
They call me, we ain't gotta talk about it, I'm tired of three ways
And it's lonely, all the kings, you know they died to get paid (Get paid)