Buy Ourself

(Ooh, it's time I said it Sav killed it)
 Alright, we ready, we rollin' (Bitch)
 Alright
 Yeah, waddup, Sav? Alright
 Eight hundred for my shirt, bitch, I'm fly as hell
 Hoe, this ain't Gucci Guilty, this YSL
 Don't think you safe 'cause you just told, you can die in jail
 I just brought a brand new pair of Andys, finna line myself
 Niggas talkin' 'bout I'm broke, the chicken fry itself?
 The world need another me, can I buy myself?
 Just paid five thousand for another pint, I wanna fight myself
 Damn, I can't find no codeine, I'm finna bite myself
 If you don't see me out with Mike, then I'm by myself
 If bro don't get the job done, I'ma try myself
 Two racks on me, walkin' through the set, just tryna buy a belt
 If I don't make it to heaven, I'ma die in hell
 Greedy nigga, I just asked bro can I buy his sale?
 So you wanna pay me, like, to go do sales?
 Alright
 Nigga told and got out, he should've stayed in jail
 With this new scale I got, I can weigh a whale
 Told Mike if he catch another body, I'ma pay his bail
 Ri', you ain't gotta do that, I can pay myself
 I just fucked a rap bitch raw, man, I hate myself
 Popped a Perc' and cut my own lean, damn, I played myself
 If it wasn't for abortions, I'd have seven kids just to raise myself
 Shit, my daddy wasn't there, I raised myself
 And I can show you two hundred k I just made myself
 Off the drink, dancin' with the Drac', almost grazed myself
 I just did a hard song with Rio, I paid myself
 Bitch wasn't tryna give the pussy up, I laid myself
 (Man, how the fuck I do that?) I fucked myself
 Pedophile, get off Percocets and try to touch myself
 Before I let a nigga bust my dome, I'll bust myself
 One day, I stole money from me, I don't trust myself
 Before I let my bitch go through my phone, I'll cut myself
 I don't give a fuck what you got saved, I'm up myself
 If I catch my girl cheatin', I'ma pop my bitch
 You can't buy my last Percocet, I'ma pop my shit
 Damn, my Rollie hard as hell, I'll rob my wrist
 Before I made a dollar off of rap, I sold rocks with Chris
 Ri' asked me do I got my strap, don't I got a hip?
 I just shot like six or seven people, damn, I gotta dip
 Stomach hurtin' like a motherfucker, think I gotta shit
 Ironic how the bitch can't suck dick, but got a lot of lip
 Left MGM with 20 racks, I had a lot of chips
 Thought he bought some clean dope, hit him with the DJ Drama mix
 Walked in the bank and tried to cash ten with a lotto slip
 Pulled on the plug and tried to buy a brick with some counterfeit
 Can't believe this nigga got a 36, that's my mama wrist