[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cooking up?

[Verse]
I'm sauced up and I'm trapped out
N***a think he hard, get smacked out
Call Johnny up, I'm finna cash out
Call my youngins up, to go and crash out
Told the plug send the P's
Got your bitch on her knees
I knock out the pack call me Andy Ruiz
Pull up to the trap, get the bag, then I leave
My neck is so cold, I might go out and ski
I be stacking the racks like a thousand feet tall
Run up while I'm shopping, get shot in the Mall
Laws at the spot, they took me to Jail, but they didn't find the bricks in the wall
You play with the gang, you get shot in your jaw
Got your bitch on my dick and I got her on call
I'm with my Cubans, we got Choppas and Glizzys
Peso Peso, I get gwalah from bitches
If n***as start tripping, get hit with a .50
Serving packs out the kitchen, got racks out the trenches
N***a play with this shit, we gon' spray 'bout that shit
So much traffic, the neighbors be hating and shit
Call me Skippa Da Flippa, you know we be hacking
Do a drive-by in a red Jeep Wagon
You get shot if you reach for my chain, you won't snatch it
Five hundred thousand, uh, and I'm still trapping
Put the Glock to your face if you play with the gang
Me and Baby Zae sliding with a K
You get shot with this gun if you play with my son
I be rapping for money, they rapping for fun
Yeah, I'm fresh out the hood, I just came from the slums
Got a Glizzy on me and that bitch got a drum
I'm in Miami, we splashin' and finessin'
You run up on me, then I'm blasting my weapon
I was 15, I sold crack to the Reverend
We be shooting and shit, we ain't fighting and wrestling
I'm sliding with Macs in Texas
You play with the Sauce, you get shot in your neck
I go to L.A to catch me a play, I caught me a play when I hop off the Jet
I don't give a fuck what you talking 'bout, we got them Choppas out
I'm selling pounds out a 'Vette (Aye)
I'm with some Cubans in Miami, Florida
Real Chapo, make a brick from a quarter
Junkies calling my phone, but I'm tryna rap
Go to my trap and they'll take your order
You say you the plug, but you must got a shortage
My Eses bring them thangs across the border
I'm sliding 'round in the Bentley Coupe
Call my hittas up, they gon' come and get at you
Hardest Ese Eva, n***a
Get you head chopped off with machetes, n***a
If you part of my gang, then you know I'm stepping with you
I just fucked your bitch and you just put your face up in her
Ayyye, I'm in the bottom riding 'round selling pounds out a Wraith
I'm drippin' and splashin', I'm rocking Gucci, Louis, 'Sace, and Bape
Get shot in your head if you talk to the Feds
I be drankin' that red, I be popping these meds
I'm finna pour a deuce out for my Dad
They say they want smoke, but I know they scared (Ayy)
[Outro]
Yeah, ouu
Peso Peso, drip, splash