Finally got my chilli right

Where little niggas taking lives off a mini bikes

Took a drive getting high under city lights

I won't pull up on you bitch and I won't spend the night

Cause there's a hundred hoes doing what I want to

Another hundred that'll do what they won't do

So don't tell me bout your friends and what they won't do

Girl just tell them who I is they come through (ooohh)

I'ma flood you hits

And I still got some chips out the mud I can't rinse

I go OJ like nowhere with gloves on my prints

While you straddle the fence I go bad on your bitch

If I sad she convinced thats a slap on the wrist

She just tryna get rich not just pass for her rent

That's a fee since you chose put the Z's on the O's

I know keys on the stove is like keys in that ghost

I know

pennies add up I know

Making players look easy and tax no cuts

From the joint grab a joint we can join and remix

While you fighting with this don't be argumentive

I got life with my chips out the yard getting rich

Don't invite yourself in before you call

I can see that you jealous

But watch yourself and be aware before you get embarrassed

I give you enough rope to hang in that moment you cherish

These streets come with marriage

Rings come with karats

You see it you staring

It make you arrogant feeding your parents

And when I [?]

See rap comparing me

To all these airhead

be airing their business

And grabbing their feelings

I'm feeling some way

There's so much I give you while dealing with issues

To make shit official I still demonstrate

Cause nigga I know

I can see between the lines, read you quicker than a Vine

I know

but pennies add up