Jefferson Albert Tibbs

Yeah, I ain't fuckin' around, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, niggas doin' all that Facebook cappin' My re-up cost your life

From the time that I woke up, I sold a hundred grams twice

I was in that trap gettin' dirty for like a hundred days and nights

Depending on how you comin', I got like a hundred different prices

Nigga don't tell me bout no rumors, I ain't into nigga business

I don't want no new friends, I see some grimy in them trenches

Grew up known in the city, I was still tryna spin a bin

Nigga look into my cases, hoe I always stood on ten

Learned to cook fuckin' with Chevy, I had to turn up on my blend