[Intro]
Ay, Dr. Gunther (Yes?)
Dr. Gunther (Yes, what's the problem?)
Ay man, ay bro chill out bro, get the fuck off me
Ay bro you gotta-
(Chill out, chill out man)
Trust me, he ain't been even drinking, he ain't been even eating
Bring him in, bring him in
(I'm already chill bro, I'm already chill like shit
Who got the nachos?)

[Chorus]
Ay, cause its been a whole year since a young nigga shot my pops (What)
Been a whole year and I still don't know who popped my pops
Ay but I ain’t gone tell nobody 'cause that’s how I was taught (What)
And the cops can't find nobody 'cause them boys too soft (You ain't lying)
And you reap what you sow, but I play and I play in the plot
Whole lotta tape and a whole lotta chop
Couple new hundreds for a brand nеw Glock
What else, and I ain’t gon' fold and I ain't gone top
And I probably won't find thеm folks, but I ain’t gone stop

[Verse 1]
So please don't try to ask me why I might go insane
Whole lotta shit done changed in my fucked up brain
Since my first love got fucked by a lame ass nigga (Uh)
No name ass nigga, 5.99 for some Hanes ass nigga
Big bro said don't trip, lil' buddy that shit build character (That's right)
Better get yo karats up 'cause these hoes ain’t never gon' care enough
And my mind won't register that a bitch don't want you to cherish her
She a cash money predator, so there ain’t no point in sweating her
So what should I do?
Imma get me a bitch that look like you
Tell her come through and fuck out of spite
Just drop a Duce so the juice in the sprite
What else?
I might act brand new
If you tryna come through then leave for the night
You finna get left 'cause you can't get right
And you might get left 'cause these hoes getting pipe
What else? (Ay)
Cause I finna stress, if it ain’t 'bout money
(All 'bout the mula) I been chasing these checks, tryna get my money
(Ay) and I know I get fresh but I still feel bummy
Cause a nigga got a lot on his chest, so the shit ain’t funny

[Chorus]
Ay, cause its been a whole year since a young nigga shot my pops (What)
Been a whole year and I still don't know who popped my pops
Ay but I ain’t gone tell nobody 'cause that’s how I was taught (What)
And the cops can't find nobody 'cause them boys too soft (You ain't lying)
And you reap what you sow, but I play and I play in the plot
Whole lotta tape and a whole lotta chop
Couple new hundreds for a brand new Glock
What else, and I ain’t gon' fold and I ain't gone top
And I probably won't find them folks, but I ain’t gone stop (Ay)

[Verse 2]
But it's a brand new year and imma kick shit like Tekken
If you ain’t get hit on the first, don't hit me on the second (Ay)
You ain’t throw money in the purse from the last time that I reckon (Ay)
Young nigga poppin' these percs, so I been movin' too reckless
Give a fuck about love, I done learned my lesson
I’m off all these drugs, so I really ain’t stressin'
And before you start popping yo' pussy
Girl I gotta ask a couple questions
'Cause I can’t fuck with a charge, shawty tryna get me arrested
Ay cause I can't fuck Brittney, can't fuck Melanie
Bitch I’m a Migo, I might catch a felony
Throw me a court, tryna get me a penalty (Nah)
Nah but I might fuck Stephanie, brown skin thang and we got a lil' chemistry
And I fuck with her energy but I can't fuck with a hoe if she fuck with my enemies

[Outro]
Right, ay so right now a nigga just tryna get zooted
Right now man I’m just tryna get booted
So who got the drugs, who got the drank? (Came in the bitch and I’m already zooted)
Who got the cups? Who got the stank?
So who got the drugs, who got the drank?
Who got the cups? Who got the stank?
Who got the pills? Who got the crank?
I might be a junkie but fuck how you feel and fuck what you think