[Intro]
(Ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus]
Drop 50 (Ooh)
Feel like KD, I might drop 50
This for those who be on that block with me (Huh)
We was down bad, now we profiting
Bitches be sayin' they proud of me (Huh)
'Cause they know I hit the lottery
'Member when them hoes said they was tired of me (Huh)
Now they don't wanna say bye to me
Fuck them n***as, they was hatin' on the low (Huh)
Smokin' dope, don't feel this pain, I'm lettin' go
When that n***a tried to run, I left his brains all on the floor, you know my woah (Huh)
You know my n***as on go
No Ksubi jeans, bitch, I came in in Rick O (Huh)
With a thick glute bitch, finna make her touch her toes (Woah)
They bе sayin', "Less Hollywood," I be with the bros (Huh, bros)

[Verse]
Hеy, I make this shit look too easy (Ooh)
N***as be takin' our sauce and that's great
That's why your pockets ain't cheese (Ooh, ooh)
You catch a fist as you run up on me
We leave him flat like a TV (Ooh)
We movin' hot when we get on that scene
You n***as cappin', fushigi (Ooh, ooh)
What you gon' do when you run into me? (Woah)
I can't cuff on that bitch, she a skank
But I'm not tryna be mean (Woah)
But I just gotta be me
Still in the spot sippin' lean (Woah)
Still in the spot smokin' 41
Bitch, this a [?], uh (Woah)
Bitch, this a [?], uh
Bitch, this a [?], uh (Woah)
When we pull up, n***as flee
Every time that I step out on fleet (Woah)
Know my chopper gon' sing like it's Glee
Gon' be bad if he run up on me (Woah)
Show no pity, I'm not Mr. T
We still sippin' that Wock' like it's tea (Woah)
[Chorus]
Drop 50 (Ooh)
Feel like KD, I might drop 50
This for those who be on that block with me (Huh)
We was down bad, now we profiting
Bitches be sayin' they proud of me (Huh)
'Cause they know I hit the lottery
'Member when them hoes said they was tired of me (Huh)
Now they don't wanna say bye to me
Uh, fuck them n***as, they was hatin' on the low (Huh)
Smokin' dope, don't feel this pain, I'm lettin' go
When that n***a tried to run, I left his brains all on the floor, you know my woah (Huh)
You know my n***as on go
No Ksubi jeans, bitch, I came in in Rick O (Huh)
With a thick glute bitch, finna make her touch her toes (Woah)
They be sayin', "Less Hollywood," I be with the bros (Huh, bros)

[Outro]
(Hah, ooh)
(Hah, hah)
(Hah, ooh)
(Hah, hah)