Intro 
Three, man 
Dubba-AA flexin' 
AI 
Louie Bandz made another one 
I ain't never did that, nah 
Why you acting like?that??Nah 
I do this?shit 'cause shit, I just be?in my own world 
This is the sound 

Chorus 
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax 
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack 
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap 
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap 
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home 
I been tryna make it through the headphones 
You see me when I came in, I was all alone 
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on 

Post-Chorus 
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem 
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him 
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them 
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them 

Verse 1 
Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene 
Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hundreds in my jeans 
I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean 
Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem 
I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out 
No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around 
I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now 
I got platinum plaques around the house 
I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all 

Chorus
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Post-Chorus
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them

Verse 2
I ain't sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold, I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherfuck if it's flashy
I come straight up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets

Chorus
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Post-Chorus
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them

Outro
This is the sound