[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
East side of the Louis, that's where I was made
I grew up 'round them n***as that'll put you in yo' grave
Trappin', movin' work when I was in the third grade
Youngest n***a in the trap, I was gettin' payed
I'm still flippin' packs and countin' paper 'til this day
But now I'm droppin' heat, out here workin' like a slave
Smokin' gas, got me stuffed like I'm in the maze
Just got a new shipment in of that Purple Haze
I'm kinda like eBay, but I deliver the same day
Fuckin' hoes after shows, yeah, I guess I got it made
My ex bitch she me shinin', now she wish she would've stayed
Baby bottles for the lean, fuck around, throw a parade
I keep that 9 on me like my name [?]
I feel like Deebo, I might come finesse yo' chain
My bitch bad as hell, lookin' like Kim K
Racin' in that Lamborghini, don't need no Uber today
Got that AK in the trunk, let it eat just like a cheesecake
Aim it at a n***a if I hear that n***a talkin' shade
My n***as don't play games, we do not like arcades
Got n***as that'll pull yo' card like we playin' Spades
Ballin' like I'm Jeremy Lin in the old days
Take a trip down to Florida just so I can surf the waves
She rubbin' on my hair, she say that she like my waves
I pointed at her lips, I say that I like yo' face
I raced her to my room, yeah, I came in first place
I scored a home run with that bitch, you only got to first base
Now she-now she hit me up, talkin' 'bout she wanna chill
It was only one night, you the one that needs to chill
I'm runnin' out of lean, I need to get a refill
This bitch really trippin', tryna tell me how she feel
Who she think I am? I am not Dr. Phil