Pinto

Mafia, what else (where we at wit' it?)
 2-2-7 (Gang)
 Let's get it (Ugh)
 Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles
 Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos
 Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes
 On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows (Yeah)
 On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)
 All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold
 In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)
 Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl
 Niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl
 Keep that coke swimming in a fishbowl
 This that 20/20 Pyrex vision on a lit stove
 Nigga say he burnin' up the turnpike, got me like "Which road?"
 Now the Rollie bust-bust, I ain't talking Flipmode
 Said he on the 6-4, told him, "Meet me at the Citgo"
 On 7 and Littlefield, pint of Hi-Tech and a scrip of pills
 Bitches know I got the juice, niggas know it's been the drill
 Niggas whipping Robitussin mixing it with Benadryl
 Get a brick of blow and cut it, hit it with the fentanyl
 Baby bottle spoiled up, I ain't talking Enfamil (At all)
 If it ain't sealed up, I'ma up-strick a deal (Up strap)
 'Fore I had a record deal, I was really in the field (You already know)
 For a little bit of nothin', I could get a nigga spilled (Whoa)
 'Fore I had a fanbase, I was selling tan flakes
 Rakin' in the cash, tryna make sure that my mans straight (My guys)
 Now everybody breaking bags, shook all of that dead weight
 Upgraded my stash, shaking that bag like I landscape (Been working)
 My lil' brother SK, gotta fight a fed case
 Whole lot of gang shit, and that's without the handshakes (Ugh)
 Ran up a check on the outskirts, stacks all in my insoles
 Touring like a concert with them beans, I ain't talking pintos
 Base rentals in the bike lane, stayed down, I was ten toes
 On the 8 with my bloodline, Wuz and Nutty throwing big 'bows
 On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours (Wow)
 All the opps balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold
 In the kitchen with the Alchemist, cooking up, I'm in mix mode (Boldy)
 Wrist cold when I spin it up, niggas tinted up, but I'm fishbowl (Mafia)
 Playing with them Icks out in Frisco (San Fran)
 Now we up dog shit I was just on Skid Row
 Marching up Baldwin, contra moved back to Jethro
 Two phones slamming, off a Virgin Mobile and a Getro
 Snatching up niggas custies, scale kinda dusty
 While y'all niggas in the county working for the police like a trustee
 Forty-three AMG, it's Ali on the MP
 Alley-oop, it's only us, but it's really just me
 Skinny nigga, 6'3", dining in at the Whitney
 Dream cruising up Woodward, candy paint, '96 MB
 I been in the streets so long, shit, I'm dehydrated and exhausted
 On them hot blocks off of Martha, cold water running out the faucet
 Finna make it through the bullfrog, shit could take or it could fall
 I can press play, I can push pause with that mini-Drac' and that bulldog
 Traffic in the tri-state, love a bad bitch with a pie-face
 Now them hundreds stuck together like flypape'