When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain) I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my thing (do my thing) Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox Think red mean go so I don't stop I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin' You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it If I put it in a song, I seen it or been through it I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain) I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my thing (do my thing) When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain) I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my thing (do my thing) Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap I'm living my best life for real Just left the dealership, no tag If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad They need me in the trap but I can't go back I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start I can hit the gas, make it disappear When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain) I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my thing (do my thing) When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain) I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my thing (do my thing)