[Refrain]
Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast, he's a problem
Plenty sticks, plenty rods, fuck n***a, try not to get robbed
Put a smile on my mama face, can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job
We gon' be right outside your place, n***a, fuck the law, n***a, fuck the cops

[Interlude]
I miss you, Bryce
Y2, is that you?
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
And I ain't bragging, pull up, make some magic (Yeah)
Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas, I don't smoke dab pen (Yeah)
Shawty seen me glow, now she asking like what happened
Said we got it for the low, all you gotta do is tap in (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
With my nina (Yeah), that lil' boy better keep up
Swear to God I love that money beeper, lil' bro say pass the reefer
Doing that skrrt-skrrt in that Bimmer (Yeah), yeah, she's a team player
I did not mean to slay her, Glocky got a beam and a laser
[Refrain]
Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast, he's a problem
Plenty sticks, plenty rods, fuck n***a, try not to get robbed
Put a smile on my mama face, can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job
We gon' be right outside your place, n***a, fuck the law, n***a, fuck the cops

[Verse]
These n***as don't talk 'bout no cheese, these hoes be hella OD
I cannot hang with these n***as, these n***as not for me
My gang gon' pop for me, please don't get shot for free
You wanna talk to me, then come and cop you a fee
Man, I got gangster in my genes, might tuck that 9 up in my jeans
Man, I told that lil' ho bend over 'cause I need somewhere to lay my meat
And I got somethin' for these lil' n***as that think they really toppin' me
Man, ain't nobody stopping me, I got his wife toppin' me
And she don't wanna be with that n***a, she know I got what she need
She know that a n***a lame, and that lil' boy tryna be like me
And I get too lost in my mind when a n***a sipping on codeine
I get high, man, I smoke weed, n***a, I get fly, man, I get flee

[Chorus]
And I ain't bragging, pull up, make some magic (Yeah)
Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas, I don't smoke dab pen (Yeah)
Shawty seen me glow, now she asking like what happened
Said we got it for the low, all you gotta do is tap in (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
With my nina (Yeah), that lil' boy better keep up
Swear to God I love that money beeper, lil' bro say pass the reefer
Doing that skrrt-skrrt in that Beamer (Yeah), yeah, she's a team player
I did not mean to slay her, Glocky got a beam and a laser

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah