[Intro]
-like Christmas, I'm so gifted
Hop out the whip with a big stick
Hop out the coupe and I rip shit
Big bright bullet go "Uh, uh"
I [?] that bitch, Clifford
If he doin' dirt, we swifters
I leave him wet like flippers

[Verse]
Fuckin' these bitches, I'm stackin' the digits
[?] my n***as, they get it
[?] my n***as, they winnin'
I'm flexin' the [?]
I spin on his block just like a Dj
Pull up with a Glock, he runnin' like relay
Bitch, I'm with the gang, they talkin' bout EA
These n***as be actin', these n***as be Broadway
[?]
The bullets, they eat him like caffe
We sеndin' them shots, we aim for his two face
I'm sippin' thе [?] like Bobby Bushae
I'm goin' up like a club on a Tuesday
Bullets leave him see through like x-ray
He flop like a fish, then he get filleted
If he take flight, then he get delayed
[?] his money, then, boy you late
Pull up with the K, I spray like Ray
I'm fuckin' that bitch and I nut on her face
Up on the shot like [?]
Y'all n***as dumb, I'm flexin' 'til the sun up
The bullets, they hot, I pull up like "What's up?"
I get with the [?], that n***a a stuck up
That's one thot, that bitch still stuck up
I'm gonna count up the big bucks
Bitch, I'm [?], I ball like the Bucks
I'm throwin' more cash, she shakin' her butt
You know that I'm strap, bitch, I got it tucked
I put him on [?] like it's your birthday
I make him dance like he do ballet
"Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa" like valet
Foreign, the whip, I'm parkin' with valet
Hold on, hold on, bitch, just give me a minute
You know that I get it, I'm stackin' the digits
These n***as be soundin' like crickets
If that n***a snitchin', we send his [?]
I leave him missin'
Pull up with the strap, bitch still wrapped like Christmas, I'm so gifted
Hop out the whip with a big stick
Hop out the coupe and I rip shit
Big bright bullet go "Uh, uh"
I [?] that bitch, Clifford
If he doin' dirt, we swifters
I leave him wet like flippers
She like "Please, Lazy, please stop"
I'ma just count up the guap
I'ma pull with the Glock and my n***as, they shoot at cops
Sippin' that lean, just be sippin' that wok
Pull up with the beam and he catchin' a shot
But I'm in the field, I'm takin' a shot
She takin' back shots
Bitch, I'm in the street and I'm sellin' that crack rock
Pull off in a foreign, I don't need a pit stop
I ball on these n***as, I'm ballin' [?]
I'm runnin' from 12, I'm runnin' on roof tops
He wet me up? He must be playin'
I only felt a rain drop
[?] like I'm workin' a sweatshop
Bullets go through his chest like a cough drop
Bitch, [?] like I'm in a desktop
Bullets through his head, I make him drop his top
Shawty gon' drop her top
Then, I'ma drop this guap
The she gon' give me top
I mean, that's tough, woah