Stop calling my phone, yo bitch wana fuck so i told her come on
Can't fuck with snakes so they all dead and gone
I just made 20 racks off of this song
New Petite, my shirt Vlone
Ride for my n***as im never alone
Fresh out the mud i did it on my own
Broke ass boy you by shit off a loan

You in the wrong hood this is my zone
Gucci Cologne, I just want some dome
She bring me over when yo ass ain't home
Foreign lil bitch i might have to dome
Dont have to prove anything that i own
Lean in my baby bottle i ain't grown
I really be jugging like al capone
How you blow up but yo music unknown
Different color diamonds rocking two tones

Gotta get money young n***a anxious
N***as and bitches yall like to say shit
Looking down on n***as like im a spaceship

Tried to put em on they ain't take it
Gave my mom a couple racks cause i made it
Fresh out the mud you know i made it
Bitches take pictures of me and they frame it
All these n***as out here false claiming


I make money then i make money talk
Popping tags i dont care what it costs
I took yo bitch you know thats a loss
Shopping designer i used to shop ross

Play with a younging somebody gone shoot
We shooting a movie its coming soon
Run up that check i want the green
I been at this shit since i was 13
He wanted smoke my chopper got a beam
Run to the money guess ima fiend

Pull up to yo block its gone be a murder
Play me with get hit with the burner
You better keep wishing like im timmy turner

Im chasing a bag so i hopped in the booth
I been trapping since days in the youth
My bullets connect like they bluetooth
Yall ain't gotta cap just tell me the truth

I got the gas like im working at shell
Its that loud just take a smell

You acting tough i can see you a bitch
This shit get dirty gotta ride with a stick
I ain't no kid got no time for no tricks
You the type to go and kiss her lips
Im the type to get me licked

We be shooting we dont be scrapping
You stay at the house you dont really be trapping
I keep it on never catch me lacking
You pull out a gun my n***as start laughing

You ain't no street n***a boy you a fed
Chopper can't see cause its strapped to my leg
If you ain't talking about money you left on read
Thought i was the shooter they dont know cause i fled


Pull out the chopper and i start spraying if you get hits thats on you
The only relegion im rocking is true
12 asking us questions we dont got a clue

Ice on me like i got a bruise
Snitching or jail you gonna have to choose
Make the wrong turn you end up on news
Im smoking on strong call that hoe terry crews

Iced out patek I need that bitch be two tone
N***a talk shit get hit with this new bone
I’m dripping in sauce yeah I’m wearing that Vlone
Spoke to yo bitch she liking my cologne

Pull up on yo block we getting shit ready
I’m Freddy your Jason you know that I’m ready
I fuck up yo dreams u know that I’m scary
Can’t fuck with my bitch my bitch is too scary

Can fuck with these n***as they acting so lame
I run up a check because of my name
Cause most of these n***as they rap for the fame
I’m vvs frozen I ice up my chain

Talking that shit we buss down at yo gang
Empty the clip, we let it go bang
We buss up yo spot cause these n***as lame
I be counting these racks cause my pockets fat

No 20’s just 100’s you know that’s a fact
My girl got a fatty I hit from the back
Pull up on a n***a cause he talking smack
You aiming for me while I aim at yo back

You run up on me we leave u where u at
I ain’t gotta lie I’m just telling the facts
We counting blue cheese yeah that big money stacks
We moving that work we flipping that pack

You ordered some smoke the fuck is you at
I ain’t gotta pull out no mothergucking gat
You smelling that loud yeah you know where we at
We smoking gelato right out of the pack

Just got me a check yeah I know it’s exact
I go mall cause I know where it’s at
I ride with my n***as yeah they got my back
We go to the trap and buss down the pack bitc