By The Foot

(Monologue Intro)
Ayy, what you smokin'? By the foot cause' you know all I roll is fruit
Catch me posted with a scale and bows, I'm baggin' vegetables
Don't think shit sweet and let your imagination get ahead of you
Cuz we clip wings up off of angels and mail your mama back to you
Still a beat the block, off sellin' grams, I gotta get it in
I spent twenty on my neck and ten just on some new gens
On a scooter up the road, I feel just like I'm Bankroll
Do a facial, drop a brick on 'em, that shit a case closed
Huh, huhh, yeahhh, bitch
Hmm, money all on my mind feel like I'm Makin' Mitch
A nigga better watch your mouth fore' chop hit you in your shit
Cuz Danny Ocean in the back, quiet totin' on sticks
Heard you niggas pocket hurtin', dawg, y'all need some Band-Aids
Niggas know since 2013 I been playin' with rackades
I was seventeen with twenty thousand in a shoebox
Now I'm twenty-nine and I done seen more K's than Ku Klux
I spent thirty on this whip, thirty on my wrist
I dropped thirty on my bitch, thirty in my clip
Ask about me, I been gone, steady takin' these trips
Can't make this up, I'm really him, ain't no fakin' this shit
How you niggas hatin' outside the club and y'all can't get in?
Want to boss your life up, all you gotta do is get in
I been ballin' so damn hard, that I should sponsor a gym
And, I been countin' so much paper, shit be crampin' my hand
Gon' keep on thumbin' through it, wrap it in rubber bands
Ain't shit to mail 'em to 'em 'cause we seal 'em in cans
Just one of many hustles 'cause I'm good with the yam
You bring a USA today, we clearin' a ten
(Outro)