[Intro]
(Wait, is that Austin?)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap n***as look hurt, I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, n***a, you should try it
All black hoodie, my n***as love violence
All white VVS, my n***as love shinin' (Ice)
When I pull up in a Benz, she think I'm Mitt Romney
How he get all them racks and he ain't even signed?
How the fuck you famous and you don't have a dime?
My n***a trappin', servin' line after line
They think it's the same, but this a different kind
Why you havin' product, n***a? Nobody buyin'

[Verse]
I pull out them racks
I feel like a DJ, I'm in the trap tryna scratch (Phat)
I'm pourin' up fours, no flat
Stacks on deck, got a choppa big as Soulja Boy in the back
Yeah, yeah, play, it get lit (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, my Glock got a dick (Pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, yeah, n***as be talkin' too much, man, just like my bitch
Yeah, quiet, J's on the block, I think they might try it (Ayy)
I keep a 9 on me, I ain't goin' out bad (Ayy)
If you think about robbin', you gon' end up sad
How the fuck is you a real n***a when you gossip like a ho? (Damn)
These n***as be swappin' spit, be fake trappin' (Damn)
They sharin' each other's clothes (Beef)
On God, before I beef with a rap n***a, I'd go and paint my toes (On God)
N***a you should go do your make-up (Bitch)
'Cause you know you a bitch and all that rap shit you talk about made up (Is that Austin?)
Me and my n***as ain't into that
Pull up with sticks and get into that
She give me top while I'm liftin' the ceiling back (Yeah)
Drop that ho off now look where her friends is at (Yeah)
I'm really like that, n***a, this ain't no gimmick
Come and try somethin', you gon' be in the clinic
Hundred round drum, we love handlin' business
Clear the whole block and the police still don't know who did it (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
[Chorus]
I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap n***as look hurt, I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, n***a, you should try it
All black hoodie, my n***as love violence
All white VVS, my n***as love shinin' (Ice)
When I pull up in a Benz, she think I'm Mitt Romney
How he get all them racks and he ain't even signed?
How the fuck you famous and you don't have a dime?
My n***a trappin', servin' line after line
They think it's the same, but this a different kind
Why you havin' product, n***a? Nobody buyin'

[Outro]
(Wait, is that Austin?)