| You say you love me or hate me | 
| Is it real or you faking? | 
| Lately, I’ve been contemplating | 
| Sitting back, getting impatient | 
| I ain’t never did nothing wrong | 
| And I don’t leave before the money gone | 
| Came a long way from kicking doors | 
| I’m the same nigga come up in your home | 
| I used to juug off the dodos | 
| I used to juug off the Metro | 
| I used to juug at the Citgo | 
| Used to wake up and go kick a door | 
| I used to hit the plug for elbows | 
| Used to walk up and down Candler Road | 
| I used to bust juugs with your main hoe | 
| I used to do all that | 
| I used to juug off the dodos | 
| I used to juug off the Metro | 
| I used to juug at the Citgo | 
| Used to wake up and go kick a door | 
| I used to hit the plug for elbows | 
| Used to walk up and down Candler Road | 
| I used to bust juugs with your main hoe | 
| I used to do all that | 
| I used to, but I got sick of that | 
| Fucked your bitch so you can get her back | 
| Wait, hit her up in my trap | 
| Wait, I used to serve the pack | 
| On my block, they out there with the crack | 
| Posted at the Shell with the strap | 
| Them long nights, who would remember that? | 
| And me and Carlos used to pour a zip | 
| Now I got pints, you can’t tell her shit | 
| My diamonds, they shining like they backlit | 
| The chopper make them twist and backflip | 
| Stack it and put it in mattress | 
| DrugRixh, I should be on Forbes' list | 
| I used to dream about all this shit | 
| I used to hate that I served nicks | 
| But I was never mad, she sucked my dick | 
| Used to pull out and bust on her lips | 
| Ask your bitch how I don’t like to kiss | 
| But she loves to hop in my whip | 
| Two-hundred on it, that’s some swerving and shit | 
| I used to walk up and down curbs and shit | 
| I used to hit about a thousand licks | 
| I’m still selling soft and hard, dimes, nicks | 
| All that «used to» shit will get you popped quick | 
| Bitch | 
| You say you love me or hate me | 
| Is it real or you faking? | 
| Lately, I’ve been contemplating | 
| Sitting back, getting impatient | 
| I ain’t never did nothing wrong | 
| And I don’t leave before the money gone | 
| Came a long way from kicking doors | 
| I’m the same nigga come up in your home | 
| I used to juug off the dodos | 
| I used to juug off the Metro | 
| I used to juug at the Citgo | 
| Used to wake up and go kick a door | 
| I used to hit the plug for elbows | 
| Used to walk up and down Candler Road | 
| I used to bust juugs with your main hoe | 
| I used to do all that | 
| I used to juug off the dodos | 
| I used to juug off the Metro | 
| I used to juug at the Citgo | 
| Used to wake up and go kick a door | 
| I used to hit the plug for elbows | 
| Used to walk up and down Candler Road | 
| I used to bust juugs with your main hoe | 
| I used to do all that | 
| Used to trap at the bus stop by the Eastwyck | 
| Used to skip school, teachers said I wouldn’t be shit | 
| Gotta sound like Michael Vick, gotta be quick | 
| Gotta juug it out, drug, nigga, I’m trying to get rich | 
| Riding with Pe$o, he keep the stick | 
| Get down or lay down, I’m on my Beanie Sigel shit | 
| Fuck the law, you could do a whole lot of illegal shit | 
| Hop out with no mask, Jeepers Creepers shit | 
| Jump out, I go to work with a dirty stick | 
| Get your ass killed in the trap with that counterfeit | 
| Buck down, roll down, ain’t used to have shit | 
| I bust down the brick, now | 
| Used to make flips off the flip phone with flip flops on | 
| Pour a deuce in the Fanta and I’m gone | 
| Working, working, working, working, working my ringtone | 
| I ain’t going nowhere 'til the fiends gone | 
| I got me a check to my theme song | 
| Drinking that dirty, I need a shoulder to lean on | 
| I’m standing in the street, nigga, I never went back home | 
| Need to go to school with a backpack and strap on | 
| Double cup, MONY POWR RSPT styrofoam | 
| You spending money while they fucking calling my phone | 
| Used to trap by apartments in the back | 
| Black nigga house look like Home Alone | 
| You say you love me or hate me | 
| Is it real or you faking? | 
| Lately, I’ve been contemplating | 
| Sitting back, getting impatient | 
| I ain’t never did nothing wrong | 
| And I don’t leave before the money gone | 
| Came a long way from kicking doors | 
| I’m the same nigga come up in your home | 
| I used to juug off the dodos | 
| I used to juug off the Metro | 
| I used to juug at the Citgo | 
| Used to wake up and go kick a door | 
| I used to hit the plug for elbows | 
| Used to walk up and down Candler Road | 
| I used to bust juugs with your main hoe | 
| I used to do all that | 
| I used to juug off the dodos | 
| I used to juug off the Metro | 
| I used to juug at the Citgo | 
| Used to wake up and go kick a door | 
| I used to hit the plug for elbows | 
| Used to walk up and down Candler Road | 
| I used to bust juugs with your main hoe | 
| I used to do all that |