I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for—
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns
I done came back around like a nigga selling crack in pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds
Mac 10 making love sounds, to a bad chick, she from uptown,
I'm from down south, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now (Woah, woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay (Ayy)
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, to for—
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutching if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your ho with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole wit' me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Drive down, hands in the air, nigga make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more, it just run out
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns
Pu-Pu-Pussy cat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
And I took it bad, now he sayin' he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella chil—
