"low funds" lyrics

Pick and mix with the stick
I feel like it's just the way I'm dancing in this bitch
Niggas really sticked up like Tom Clancy in this bitch
Tryna take my sauce and you gon run off wit it (Ayo, Ian)
Sippin tea in yo hood, yeah I'm coolin wit my blick
I don't need her, I'm good, yeah she left me too sick
She keep grabbin on my pants, yeah she moving too quick
Flew to Cali' then to France, so the cops on my dick

(Huh)
Cus' they ain't stoppin' shit
Ballin' like playoffs get laid off in this bitch
You gettin' hate dog I hate to see it
Hit shit like baseball, get homerun with this stick
Yeah I'm not done
Bitch, I'm high above yo head like it's Top Gun
Know these niggas want me dead, this shit not fun
Yeah, that nigga need some bread he got low funds

Tryna play me, bitch I'm not one
Smokin' gas got me coughin' like it's Hot Ones
Bitch, you not a top dog, I'm the Shogun
Heard you bought all them blicks just to post 'em, I don't get it
Blacked out, windows tinted
I might crash out, I can't see what's in it
Got a bad mouth, Jesus said I'm sinnin
Trying not to lash out, but these niggas dissin
I can't believe it
I was down bad so long, you should've seen me
I just spit shit so real feel like I'm preaching
Yeah these niggas not real, feel like they leeching

(Huh)
Cus' they ain't stoppin' shit
Ballin' like playoffs get laid off in this bitch
You gettin' hate dog I hate to see it
Hit shit like baseball, get homerun with this stick
Yeah I'm not done
Bitch, I'm high above yo head like it's Top Gun
Know these niggas want me dead, this shit not fun
Yeah, that nigga need some bread he go low funds