[Verse 1]
This Glock will put you in a coma, I smoke like I got glaucoma
I put hi-tech in my soda, not the biz from Minnesota
And she ride it like a 'Rari, but she thick just like a rover
Got my neck in wristball frozen, I'm a real one, I ain't photo
N***a talking all that tough shit, I'ma leave his face swollen
N***a talking all that fucked shit, I'ma dunk this fully loaded
Yo bitch ain't come home last night 'cause she was with me gettin' stolen
Don't get your homie birth, 40s bread I'ma toast it

[Chorus]
I just jumped up in this ranch, diamonds on my chain
All these chains on me 'cause she get jiggy on that bling
I say: "N***a, you a lame", no he ain't from my gang
Me and you are not the same and I put that on my grave

[Post-Chorus]
On my grave, n***a's pussy and they do not want my fade
On my grave, n***a's gay and they in it for the fame
On my grave, fuck a job, I'm in the streets getting paid
On my grave, I go get it, you n***as just go complain
On my grave, n***a's pussy, they do not want my fade
On my grave, n***a's gay, they just in it for the fame
On my grave, fuck a job, I'm in the streets getting paid
On my grave, I go get it, you n***as just go complain, pussy