[Sample]
Hey, fuck you man!
Who put this thing together? Me, that's who
Who do I trust? Me

[Intro]
Uh, play with the pounds, got me feelin' like Ralo
Uh, you know the motto
Uh, hit 'em with a hollow
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Uh, play with the pounds, got me feelin' like Ralo
Uh, yeah, you know the motto
Uh, yeah, get hit with a hollow
Big Shawn Wick, got me trappin' like Pablo
Hi-Tech, I keep the drink in the bottle
My bitch, she a dummy and she look like a model
She know I'm a slime, I ain't talkin' my vato
[?], my plug, he look like Mavado
Figi, we mixed that boy with Gelato
Bro caught a opp and we gave him a 'bravo'
Dead opps, we mixed that boy with the grabba
Slime on thе plug, we ain't givin' him nada
Drip in Dior while my bitch got on Prada
I see a opp then wе aim at his matha
Grinchin', double G shit on the collar
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm on the road for a fifty pack
On bro, I need my bro Richie back
Play with the name, get your figi wacked
Big Shawn Wick, mister get-it-in-motion
[?] perfect, I can tell by the coatin'
Speakin' in Grinch, man this shit ain't no poem
Gave bro the Glock cause he said he was open
Yeah
He on a T cause he thought I was jokin'
Bro fresh home, and he shootin' like Oakland
[?], he in a blunt that I'm smokin'
All these blue backs, woulda thought I was locin'
Tell it to my fingers and I make 'em get focused
Walk in the spot and the 30 is pokin'
VV's, they water, they look like the ocean
Yeah
Kick door, bitch and we left you a notice
Had to dump that bitch cause that bitch, she was bogus
Still with my bros, still feelin' like a Jonas