All I hear is chips in the background I hit my cup and doors, I hit a couple doors I hit my cousin door up, he done hit a couple phones And I been stayin' high, but I been at my fuckin' lowest Call me Peter Griffin, I been at my fuckin' lowest I'm not a family guy, the family got my family high I heard shots sprayed, grandma don't look to see you stayin' inside I hit a bunch sprayed, with no mask, she cleanin' bags inside I just hit up my pay, but you might not get it, so bitch, let me tell you about it So truth be told, I do not wanna go, but I live like I'm ready to die And if you gon' fold, get the fuck away from me, bro My product ain't set it aside, look, dude so cold I heard it's why he keep that pole, till I'm gone And he ready to ride, fold, pole, I'm measurin' mine So I'm old, though, a hell of a nine I thought about Lil' Bang when I walked in the bank It's like when you start gettin' that money, they hate on you I can't do a damn thing if I gotta wait on you Imagine no cash and your girl said she late on you Problem, all of them hoes, I locked them Father, he knows, I called him I love my brother, been in, not about him Bitch, come smoke a bottle, cause I came from the bottom You feel me? I hit my cup and dove, I hit a couple doves I hit my cousin dope, he done hit a couple phones And I been stayin' high, but I been at my fuckin' lowest Call me Peter Griffin, I been at my fuckin' lowest I'm not a family guy, the family got my family high I heard shots spray, grandma won't let them see you stand inside I hit a five spray, with no mask, she playin' bands And sometimes I talk about my pain But you might not get it, so bitch, let me tell you about it Let me tell you about it And before I fail, I'm goin' to jail about it I mean, before I fail, I'm goin' to hell about it Gotta know you's a hoe if you don't tell nobody I got everybody on me, everybody Speaking of everybody, how about 50,000 before I met what got it On my motherfuckin' life, we was up at night We was runnin' like tryna duck the hype, Lord Tell him, pray for the boy If I go out in Vans, tell him, swing my door Tell him, sing to my daughter Got me feelin' like Flocka, I ain't have no daughter They told me, get it in order We done came a long, long way from there to take your order All I think is Magnolia, rest, bitch, slim-neck You gon' have to fake my size I hit my cup and dove, I hit a couple doves Ayy, I hit my cousin Dove, he done hit a couple phones Ayy, and I been stayin' high, but I been at my fuckin' lowest Ayy, just call me Peter Griffin, I been at my fuckin' lowest I'm not a family guy, the family got my family high I heard shots spray, grandma won't let them see you stand inside I hear the bombs spray, we don't mess She playin' bands inside, she talk about my play But you might not get it, so, bitch, let me tell you about it