[Intro]
Yeah
Right

[Chorus]
N***a, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like?
Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right
Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right?
Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like

[Verse 1]
Don't be drinkin' out that Sprite it got a tre in it
Yeah, dissin' on my dead, you made your bed, you gotta lay in it
Let's break the bed, let's make these neighbors know my name, I'm goin' Tre in it
Took a honey pack, it's lit, you know I'm spendin' all day in it
With a civilian 'round the guys and she ain't know, she just was sayin' shit
Bitch, give me the opps, that boy an opp, don't just be playin' shit
I green light him, I'm the one that be okayin' shit
If he ain't mean what he said, why he sayin' shit?
Yeah, all fall, all winter, all spring
Man these n***as like my kids, n***as like my offsprings
N***as give me eyewitness, say they seen the whole thing
Man, this Hollywood shit tricky, I'll tell you the whole thing
I just was with a bitch, she did a line through her nose ring
Got a button, you just tap it, it let off the whole thing
The trap slow, I know these samples gon' make the phone ring
If rap slow, I pick this phone up, go do my own thing
[Chorus]
N***a, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like?
Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right
Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right?
Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like
N***a, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like?
Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right
Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right?
Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like

[Interlude]
Fifty, all blues
I don't even need no counter or nothin', n***a, I might could run through this shit like fifteen minutes tops (Fifty, all blues)
N***as got me fucked up, this ain't my first time havin' this shit
I'm draggin' on y'all n***as all year, you heard me?

[Verse 2]
I let it sneeze like, "Hachoo," got bitches on the block too
She like, "Them other n***as cool, boo, but they just not you"
I got these n***as cliquin' up like, "Bro, your opp my opp too"
Like, "We only got one button, so your Glock my Glock too"
Them n***as broke, I pop out in this yellow Lam' like Pikachu
But deep down, I want Rolls, I'm thinkin' Ghost like peekaboo
Lil' bro ain't never had no money, he ask me, "What I need to do?"
I told him go get you some pints, when I get back, I need a few
[Chorus]
N***a, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like?
Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right
Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right?
Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like
N***a, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like?
Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right
Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right?
Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like

[Outro]
Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it, yeah