| Penthouse, 2 stoves |
| Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (BOOM!!!) |
| Walk up in your hood like, «Fuck y’all» |
| They ain’t see my lil nigga ducked off (brrrrrrrrrr!!!) |
| Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion) |
| Lil homie in the cut, got it on him |
| Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion) |
| I ain’t playing with you, nigga |
| Uh, look, lil G wanna spaz |
| Ready to lift a nigga off his feet for a bag |
| He need that dub, nigga, he doing bad |
| So I bet he do you bad (bad) |
| I creep through heat’s in the dash, I keep two stashed |
| Fuck the police too, I was speeding through the ave (vroom!) |
| Take 'em on a high speed chase, I’ma breeze through and laugh |
| 'Cause the pigs hit a tree when they crashed, woah (hahaha) |
| I’m recruiting savages |
| Catch a body then they reuse the mag |
| Rap niggas hate me, R&B niggas mad |
| Uh, I’m in that 50 Cent, G-Unit bag (ha) |
| Goons put the work in free if I ask |
| Make a G call, had three niggas stabbed |
| Shoot your block bare face, I don’t need me a mask |
| Fuck it, they need to know that it was me if they ask |
| I’m talking white sheet in the bag |
| Take 'em to the morgue, niggas feet get a tag, boy (woo!) |
| Griselda, bitch, we get the cash |
| VIP, ten bitches got Clicq' in the glass (what up, baby?) |
| Two Cubans, both weigh a ki and a half, uh |
| I still know how to get a ki from a half (huh) |
| To come to my hood, boy, you need you a pass |
| Or else niggas finna take everything you have |
| Like run it, niggas try me, I’m gunning |
| This shit ain’t nothing new to me, nigga, I done it |
| I’m the man in my city, lil nigga, I run it |
| I ain’t the best yet? Tell who is I’m coming |
| Where the beef at? Pussy nigga, I want it |
| Niggas get shit bags, shot hit in that stomach |
| Balmain, both pockets full of blue hundreds |
| Grimiest of all time, Machine, bitch, I’m drumming, motherfucker |
| Penthouse, 2 stoves |
| Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (BOOM!!!) |
| Walk up in your hood like, «Fuck y’all» |
| They ain’t see my lil nigga ducked off (brrrrrrrrrr!!!) |
| Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion) |
| Billion, uh, yeah |
| Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion) |
| Billion, uh yo |
| Where the dope at? I sold it all |
| Diamond chain full of Armor All |
| Drive McLaren down the Autobahn |
| Nigga, bet your girl wanna tag along |
| Dose of this and go to Babylon |
| Summertime in Cali' serve an avalanche |
| I’m a whale to a fish, nigga, serve well to a brick, uh |
| Your aunties and uncles, they know me, nigga |
| Slanging them patties, her buns full of cavi' |
| Guns in the attic, fiends got me in Palace |
| But it’s hard to keep your balance when this K automatic |
| Getting caught up in the traffic, niggas die at the stop signs |
| I gave you details, niggas looking for punchlines |
| Throw bananas like Romo |
| Niggas serving grams like four door |
| We shooting for the Head, no J-Lo |
| I’m going to jail, I’m keeping a C-note |
| I never sail out like a B, though |
| I’m in a stolen whip, no keys for the Regal |
| Niggas squeeze in the bird |
| Your mind’s for the worse, I Crip in the church |
| And if the cops don’t find it, thank God for a purse, uh, yeah |
| Penthouse, 2 stoves |
| Dome shot, made him tootsie roll (BOOM!!!) |
| Walk up in your hood like, «Fuck y’all» |
| They ain’t see my lil nigga ducked off (brrrrrrrrrr!!!) |
| Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion), whip |
| Fork in the coke pot, tryna make a billion (billion) |