[Intro]
Memphis Track Boy, let's go

[Verse 1]
Tell me you came with a pot (pot)
He talkin' 'bout he want some drop (get in there)
Sorry lil' baby, you popped (you popped)
You got to get what I got (skrrt)
Mixin' the drank with the kushy (haha)
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy (hah)
I ain't no killer, don't push me (don't push me)
But I will come hide in your bushes
Trappin' and rappin' there
Sell me some work and go rap about it (rap about it)
I had no time for the cap and gown (nah)
I was somewhere tryna wrap a pound
I heard these lame n***as be trappin' now (what?)
Somebody tell me what is that about?
On the computer just talkin' reckless
Wait 'til my lil n***as finally catch him
Huh, I want his head, fuck his necklace
These n***as sweet, I'm diabetic
I'm 'bout my beef, fuck a veggie
I'm in the game like I'm reffin'
I'm just a weed-selling freshman
I'm 'bout my green, 'bout my lettuce
Wrap it up right like a present
Blow ninety-three, no unleaded
I know this might sound a lil petty
But I'll still sell you some reggie
Put that shit on Freddy n***a, nah foreal
[Interlude]
Zay n***as be bullshittin' n***a
N***as really be talkin' that shit n***a
You know what I'm sayin'
I'ma leave a stain on your brain, crack cocaine man
You know what I mean, like, hahaha
Nah look, I'm just a lil dope boy, you know
I-I make music for the trappers, you know what I'm sayin'
Shout out to the rappers but I don't really like rappers
You know, they be in they feelings but
Ayy free Finesse 2 Times by the way on this ho man
Free that boy, man watch out watch out

[Verse 2]
I'm ridin' the clutch the car (skrrt)
Lil Draw and then Duck in that other car
F&N right her up on the seat
Hundred grams stuffed in up in my briefs
Paid in full, bitch this that blow money
This that pull up and go score somethin'
I know you remember that stove jumpin'
Pull up and cop you a bow from me (hah)
I'm who they hatin' on
I got the work, I'm who they waitin' on
These n***as, they cake gone
I ran it up, now all they face long
Linked up with my step daddy (hey)
Got me a pack, bitch I went straight in (straight in)
You know I'm the truth n***a
Just like EJ at the Way Inn, hah
Give me a pack and I sell it, most of these n***as just jealous
Just put a dub in a necklace, if it fall off I'ma sell it
I can drop it or I can stretch it, really your preference
Syrup in my beverage, plugged in with the Mexicans
Beat the pack out like domestic
Playin' with the bands like molestors
A hundred bands stashed in the dresser
Twenty-five hundred for some pair of shoes
You not the boss, you the helper
Knock that boy off, I can't help him
These n***as salting like pepper
Send this bitch ass to the devil
Meek told you n***as it's levels
[Outro]
Man I got a n***a rockin'
I told in this bitch straight drop
Crack cocaine (no way, impossible)
I mean n***as gotta be high, you know what I'm sayin'
You hear that shit n***a, you high
N***a this dope fiend music, n***a
Ayy man
Lil chains don't matter, you know what I'm sayin'
Ayy man, Freddy say he havin' man, what's poppin' n***a