Judge

O.G with me

Hold up, town, bitch, know what's goin' on

Fuckin' town, bitch, tell her

Y'all ain't shit, not lyin', shit, fuckin' town

Cryin' on some youngins with me, they gon' dump out the rim

Flyin' in the B by the B with this cop with a crew

I don't smoke crack, we call me A-Blue for this shit

Smoked my throat to the face, ain't gone to the fire by my lip

What you just spent for your rent?

My eyes just left the mosque with that shit on some motherfuckin' drills

Whole hundred K-Rolls for ice from my neck

Try to tell one he diamond, let him come right off the hill

Time to go smooth, try and catch a nigga, let him walk down

Told Craig when we go on this lick

Leave the phone at the crib, make sure you bring clues

Got game for the rogues, that nigga like Rob shit

So I can't never keep a clue

I don't fuck these rap niggas, check how I did the feature

Which shit I don't mean, that is love

I'm smokin' on Pluto, this deal called A-Franco

Bitch has to hit my blunt, told her she prankin'

Right pocket blue clue, left pocket prankin'

Shoot a nigga broke, fuck Goyle, find Mainz

I spit, get a paper, got all my money ancient

Thought I ain't passin', nigga, call a nigga tankin'

Feels far enough, so I ain't

Got a whole lot of paper, niggas thinkin' that I print it

Excuse me, my Frenchman ain't print it

Make a lot of paper, so I ain't trippin' about spendin'

But now I don't know bitches, gang, we ain't trickin'

Bitch, I'm from Memphis, I'll ride around Penn

Put the big bag on tennis, but I ain't top of shoes

I'm high like some fish, nigga, I ain't got me cool

Tell a star, nigga, chain, watch me give you the blues

Shot five, finna club for the cow, all niggas here to move

Drive with the jugger, I'm a code 45

5-5-5, I ain't no Paddy 2-5

No evidence, and the shit, I ain't found

That's how you face, nigga, and get away with the crime

I'm takin' these others, I ain't never tryin' to sleep