[Intro]
Gang shit
No lame shit
Ayy you know we been doing this shit n***a
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Little n***a, big bands, think I need hammer pants
Hop in and I hit the gas, yeah bitch I did the dash
Hittin' these hoes like running backs, my bad, who ho is that?
I be turnt up to the max, I broke the thermostat
Yeah, I be fresh as hell, make a bitch stop and stare
Colder than a polar bear, came off of welfare
Now I'm out in Bel-Air, killin' shit where the chair?
Ran it up, didn't use the stairs, I'm on another level
I wake up with the birds, yeah I gotta get a check
Never fall off, yeah, that's what mama said
I gave her a couple racks, yeah, and my mama said
Boy you better not put a bitch before your bread
I got gold gold on my throat, diamonds in my teeth (ice)
Clarity, clarity, clarity, clarity, all this ice on me (ice)
Got this bad bitch with blonde hair, I call her Russian Cream
And I got that baby chopper, I'll rock your ass to sleep
Can't stand me, take a seat (ho), designer head to feet, yeah
Everything on fleek, Cartier on me, yeah
I dress like a geek, yeah, boy your swag is weak, yeah
That shit is so cheap, yeah, my shit overseas, yeah
I'm fly like a butterfly and I sting like a bee, yeah
Call me Glock Ali, yeah, diamonds fighting like Tina
Turner, bitch I turn up, Royal Rumble
Thirty n***as with me and you know they ready to burn you
Knuck if you buck, run up and you get done up
No I'm not from Louisville, but bitch I keep my slugger
Straight up out the jungle, ain't no talk or tussle
Got no time to scuffle, I'm 'bout my chips like Ruffles
Workin like a butler, ain't no more struggle
Tell these n***as catch up, tennis chains mustard
Ran up my racks, run and tell that
Ran through a bag and got that shit right back
These n***as ain't doing shit, these n***as ain't talkin' jack
You n***as ain't running shit, this chopper make you run a lap
[Outro]
Yeah
Glizzock