[Intro]
14
Yeah (Oh my God, Ronny)

[Chorus]
Pull up in a demon, feel closer to God
We reppin' the gang, you know we the mob
We runnin' this shit, you close to a jog
I’m runnin’ up racks, go get you a job
(Ah)
Love my phone on DND, love the way you seein’ me
They didn’t believe in me, now you gotta believe and see, yeah
Lately, I been feelin' like I ain't do enough (Uh-huh, yeah)
Lived my whole life damn screwin' up
Ain't nobody want nothin' to do with us (Yeah, yeah, ah)
Popped a percocet and then I threw it up (Ah)
Ain't nobody fuck wit' me, so I was booted up (Yeah), zooted up
Shawty ass fat, I told her, "Toot it up," (Toot it up)
I want that money right now, might just drop the Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
We out the country right now, look how we done cleaned up
Yeah, shawty fine as hell, she might want a VISA
Just to kick it in, lil’ bitch and I ain’t playin’ FIFA
We can’t get higher than the clouds, it wasn’t nobody reacher
How it feel to be alone, the same way you feel bein’ up
(Oh my God, Ronny)