Codeine Cup’s flow lyrics

I D'know what you trippin' on
Must be what you sippin on
I'm still tippin; on fours flippin' with the paint drippin'
When I leave home
Tell ya Baby Mama gon' leave me alone
You can have her back, I'm done with that
I ain't had too much fun with that
I'mma let you gon' run with that
I'm a cold mack, you can call me Goldy
Yeah like the pimp, same as the rollie
'Git your money up' what my O.G's told me
And I been doing that since my O.G's know me
Don't tell me, show me, talk is cheap
A cheap b*tch cain't sweep up my Jeep
My hoes top notch they cain't compete
Bringin' daddy back 20k a week
That sadden up, i'm stackin' up
You n*ggas better get your mackin' up
Still doin' shoes that's packed as f*ck
And I ain't dropped sh*t since you-know-what
You know what, I'm high as f*ck
Drank got a n*gga's mouth dry as f*ck
Ev'ryday I step out fly as f*ck
And that's some sh*t you cain't go drop me up
Drive fast cars, got fast cash
Gotta smoke and drank to slow me down a tad
I'm just gettin' mine midin' my business
Why these hatin' n*ggas act so mad??
Wanna' see me fall
Hate to see me ball
Wanna see me crawl
Hate to see me tall
Stand by me I make em all look small
Hall of fame Thugga', put my name on the wall