| All red foreigns, all black choppa |
| Here I come, you ready or not |
| I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock |
| Foenem be loading up smokin' on dope |
| Fore' they hit your block |
| Shoot them dice, hit your car |
| I need duct tape, bitch no scotch |
| All of these ways I’m feeling like (aye) |
| Flippin' ways I gotta flex up |
| Killin' that beat, what you can’t see? |
| You know what it is, know what it may be |
| Shoot blame the drugs, but I blame me (aye, aye) |
| Look at my ring (aye, aye), what’s my KD? (aye, aye) |
| Keepin' them squares outta the tent (aye, aye) |
| We spendin' new money (aye, aye) outta the rent (aye, aye) |
| Make 200 bands aye, outta some lent (aye, aye) |
| You talkin' real niggas aye, I’m up in the mix (aye, aye) |
| She heard my voice (aye, aye) gimme the moist (aye, aye) |
| I’m up in the forest (aye, aye) trap with the boys (aye, aye) |
| You got no choice (aye, aye) bad bitch named Joyce (aye, aye) |
| Pickin' up coins (aye, aye) in the rolls royce (aye, aye) aye |
| All red foreigns, all black choppa |
| Here I come, you ready or not |
| I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock |
| Foenem be loading up smokin' on dope |
| Fore' they hit your block |
| Shoot them dice, hit your car |
| I need duct tape, bitch no scotch |
| All of these ways I’m feeling like (aye) |
| Flippin' ways I gotta flex up |
| Pass me the lean, you tryna find me? (tryna find me) |
| You better off findin' Nemo aye |
| Jump in the Z (aye, aye) Her uber was twenty dollars |
| Aye, she live by me (aye, aye) |
| Bitch I’m John Madden aye, run it by me (aye, aye) |
| Ain’t no rules (aye, aye) we up yo street (aye, aye) |
| Hoe get up off me (aye, aye) you missed yo beat (aye, aye) |
| Coughin' up trees (aye, aye) throwing up threes (aye, aye) |
| Sprayin' like febreeze (aye, aye) you know it can be that way |
| Aye |
| All red foreigns, all black choppa |
| Here I come, you ready or not |
| I keep big ole knots, I will pick your lock |
| Foenem be loading up smokin' on dope |
| Fore' they hit your block |
| Shoot them dice, hit your car |
| I need duct tape, bitch no scotch |
| All of these ways I’m feeling like (aye) |
| Flippin' ways I gotta flex up |