5 lyrics rod wave

Okay, this that bottom boy survival, put that bottom on the map
Still ride around that bottom with a chopper in his lap
Say he back, okay, then he back, four deep in a splat
All black, jump out with them straps, click, clack, rrat
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
They don’t know the pain that’s inside of me
She laid right on side of me and lied to me
I think the crackers mad I’m legit or mad I’m getting rich
We took that rental Bimmer truck and wrapped that bitch in five percent
I could’ve bought it, but I rented it
Soon as we got it, bitch, we tinted it, uh
Now we trying to get in some shit