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