This Week

(album: Street Gossip - 2018)

(Cook that shit up Quay)

Pulled up sipping on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it I keep
All kind of cars, nigga check out my fleet

We ran them racks up in the basement
We ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
12 be squeezing too hard, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous
I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch
New G-Wagon, '18, no tints
Can't keep up with the money I spent
I don't keep count I just know that I'm getting it
I be hearing rumors they gon' take my chain
I ain't really tripping if a young nigga get it
Hope you got insurance, nigga you gon' die with it
Breaking news, guarantee we make a nigga feel it

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ami have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
We got the whole city on exotic, tell the plug to send all the flavors
I never went for extortion, you can't pay a nigga to tell you I paid him
Shout out the real ones who getting it, yeah
Ride 'round the city, no ceiling, yeah
I had to upgrade my living, yeah
Took me some time, but I did it, yeah
I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah
Label me one of the real ones, yeah
I see 'em shooting shots, any one of'em hit me
We killing 'em dead

Pulled up sipping on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it I keep
All kind of cars, nigga check out my fleet

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
Told the street 'I'm too hard, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous

I like how she watchin me
This jewelry on me going insane
I come from the poverty
This money ain't making me change
Everything lit and we go up, yeah
Whole lot of four we throw
My diamonds on fleek, they glow up, yeah
Everybody sip lean, pour up, yeah
All the PT's came from cinco
Hope them fools don't hit me with the RICO
Deal can make a call and get a kilo
Keep it real, you niggas know my steelo
Hold that thought, just keep that on the d-low
We don't pay no notes, don't go through re-po's
We gon' hit 'em up and make 'em re-post
I became a neighborhood hero
Tryna listen to my conversation
Bank account a lot of punctuation
Told the plug, "Ain't no more situations"
Trap house, rolling Radric Davis

Pulled up sipping on drank, yeah
Everywhere I go, big bank, yeah
Ain't never withdraw from the bank, yeah
Give a damn what a fuck nigga think, yeah

Pulled up sipping on drank
Told them that I quit, but I can't
I just ran through a whole pint
Got a whole 'nother M in the bank this week
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet
Lil' homie graduate, buy him new Jeep
Everything mine, don't rent it I keep
All kind of cars, nigga check out my fleet

We ran them racks up in a basement, we ain't have no cable
Buy every bando on a dead end, we ain't got no neighbors
Disrespectful to a bitch, no manners, yeah
I was running through bags on Campbellton
Told the street 'I'm too hard, you can't handle this
I'ma lie to your honor, I'm scandalous