[Verse]
If your straps catching dust then you might as well shot it to me
Getting gassed off a whole one, that ain't shotting to me
Online 24's g 'cause I'm shotting fully
Call the G 42 Dugg, that's the pocket bully
Mainline free flow, legal visits, fighting trials
The Humboldt trips a hard drive like backup files
Ship my packs from the west coast, five thousand miles
Street cred platinum, baby blue Arab dials
The pounds come 456 like Gi Hun
Any less than 448 I want a refund
Cash to coin, coin to cash, Mando when the re's done
I got him down but if I get the chance, he's getting re-done
'Cause my lot roll with G-locks or with Rambo's
And my lots turning mansions into bando's
And my lots built for thе heat like some sandals
My mad gwop will turn a human into candlеs
Anywhere I go I got fiends and plugs looking for me
Any state I touch down, bad bitches cooking for me
Blue strips, pockets on swole like I fuck with Tookie
Stanley in the man bag, get yourself cut like Chucky
Brandy in a cats flap, chasing dragon off the foil
Yayo in a Pyrex, cottage cheese, watch it boil
Now it's at the porridge stage, watch it start dropping oil
Warehouse grow opps, trainers full of cropping soil
Safehouse like Black Ops, Scorp's and black Glocks
Even young g's are packing pokers and Makarovs
Macs like Steve Jobs, fold you like laptops
No head kicks or head guards, you can get a Thai box
Or Cali pound exotic ones, fresh prince high tops
Hash and Co static slabs strictly when I buy blocks
Strictly when I buy blocks
Hash and Co static slabs strictly when I buy blocks