[ verse 1 ]
Two Glocks on me, choppa in the backseat
Track a n***a hawk em down, n***a that's jeep
Roll on me light thrust, finna match Lik
Never going broke again, n***a ask three
All my opps dead or somewhere wishing they was me
Broke got that white side not the one that's 7 feet
Free my n***a Ju, free Harp and free Vee
Free my n***a boat he the king of free cheese
Please don't run up on me, I ain't finna box n***as
When these bullets charge at cuz, I bet he flop n***a
Unc cook in the kitchen like he Betty Crock n***a
Why would we slide down we already dropped n***as
N***as tryna creep but we got n***as who attack
50 shots a piece that's for them n***as ina Jag
Fuck if you got cheese if you snitch then you a rat
Swiss cheese a opp then put em in a pack
Cash gang my camp bitch i'm dying over that
Let a n***a touch my ice then i'm slidin' over that
Mixtape fire they gon sign me over that
We a take Dej Loaf, who gon try me over that
My n***a Ace home the only good thing this year
My boy robbed a n***a came home and bet attempt
Vee and boat pleaded they coulda beat a M
Been scorin' on the opps don't even need a rim
Girly cold, I like the way she moan when she take dick
Gang shit
Hunnid in the chop that's like eight clips
Bang shit
Fuck yo dead homie free bang man, Hang man
Wipe a n***a nose that's the game plan
Hustlin' ass n***a's we do fraud or we trap
Horny ass n***a's press for brawds and get trapped
You stay on the gram with a gram tryna match
Just a lame you ain't cut
Just a bum with a strap
Rob hams get phones two different typa jacks
Tell lies to get head two different typa caps
Yo bitch fuckin' , you a snitch two different typa rats
I get money, you get by two different typa bags n***a