[Verse: Skeme] (Right) I'm just trying to find me a lick (yeah) Ride around town with a stick (yeah) Top down on a European whip (yeah) And I'm getting topped down by your sis (yeah) Ya'll n***as ain't have no chips Ya'll little n***as don't belong on the 5th Ya'll can't afford the sh** that I sip 250 on that Activis zip You the type that get plummed by a b**h I am the type that the same b**h sit I am a psych keep a gun on my hip Talk talk get the gun to your lip You the type that keep talking talking Talking talking till you get hit Same n***a keep lying lying Lying lying tell me like you rich You need to peel to cheer up You need to pint to cheer up I don't need nothing to cheer up If you push the bu*ton then I m trip You f** around I'ma double the clip Let em go till it none in the clip Since today had so much I'ma push it up on this sh** I really got bros in Atlanta Went to name was some coffins countless I put a 4 in peace, christ 20 hours give a f** about the fam All of my n***as some gangstas Big B's and red bandanas The shawty I m f**ing your who*e Deal Deal Deal Deal You a Santana The b**h I'ma truth ain't no doubt about it My gunner gonna shoot ain't no doubt about it Gang Gang Gang Gang You can't it hear around b**h you ain't got about it If you say money ain't a thang Then you must had the sh** I came from rag to riches I got the right to be braggin b**h I don't know nothing a n***a like me Can't know nothing a n***a like me I don't know nothing a n***a like me Can't know nothing a n***a like me I don't know nothing a n***a like me Can't find you n***a like me I don't know nothing a n***a like me Cause there ain't one b**h I am serious Yeah, Yeah All that sh** we know who it