[Intro]
(Put the music back on)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Turnin' up, I'm in the parking lot, I'm outside with the gang
Tinted windows in the whip, the SRT, I let it sing
Poured a deuce for my lil' homie, he fell asleep, he can't even hang
Twin Glocks on my hip, if you touch me, the homie let it spray
Down to slide, talkin' out your ass, my homies down to ride
Talkin' like you gangster, tell me, homie, is you down to die?
Shit do hit the fan, the feds get in, would you be down to lie?
Thought you was one hundred, then you fold, that shit gon' make me cry
Tens, twеnties, fifties, hundreds, thеy be in my pocket, n***a
'Member I was down hella bad, now my pockets bigger
He say he want smoke, but he ain't 'bout it, you won't want it, n***a
I make 'em insecure, these bitches love it 'cause I'm poppin', n***a
I don't sip no liquor, if you see me, I be pourin' up
But I do like me some Henny, take some shots, I'm goin' up
Got these people shakin' when they see me, think I'm blowin' up
I be trippin' off all type of drugs, they got me throwin' up
I done got it off the muscle, I ain't do no EDD
My n***a trippin' off a Xan', he need to chill like CBD
This shit so easy, I don't even gotta try like ABC
Money fallin' out my pocket, know the feds be watchin' me
Like Kevin Hart, boy, you funny, talkin' 'bout you makin' money
I be sleepin' on these n***as, got some Wocky in my stomach
If I lost everything I had, would you still tell me that you love me?
Just left the jewelers with some carats, I ain't talkin' 'bout no bunny
[Outro]
Ayy
I ain't talkin' 'bout no bunny, ayy