[Intro]
(I dont see how you can drive something crazy like that, man)
Yeah, it's a mood
Real Rx, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Baby said, "Who you gon' walk in this bitch like today?"
Walk in this bitch like I'm Flava Flav
Busta Rhymes these big ass chains
Get higher then Wiz on "Paper Planes"
Bitch, I'm higher than a paper plane
Shoot a n***a 'bout my chain like Gucci Mane
These Cartiers, not Gucci frames
Shootin' like the n***a on Notre Dame
Bound to get soaked when you play in the rain
Hundred round Drac', can you stand the reign?
High as fuck like Max Payne
Two guns on me like Max Payne
Pop a 30 when I'm goin' through max pain
Pull up, black Audi like Bruce Wayne
Hit the corner, make that bitch swang
She like, "Put that weed out, that shit stank"
I walk in this bitch like the big bank
I don't drink Yak, I sip drank
Ben Wallace when I'm in the paint
High as fuck when I'm in the bank
Glick hit a n***a and his lil' cousin
AR bigger than DeMarcus Cousins
I dont wear YSL but, bitch, I'm thuggin'
These n***as hatin' like Joe Budden
I really could cook a controlled substance
I really will serve you a whole onion
I'm really in the Audi, hundred miles runnin'
Sport mode, 150, I'm finna gun it
If I gave you a hundred, you still couldn't be a hundred
Chris Brown with the Glock make you runnin'
Let me come in
Baby Drac' sound like it's mumblin'
When he got hit look like he started krumpin'
It's springs in the floor, this bitch jumpin'
Up the Glick if I see him jumpin'
Punch you back-to-back like I'm punch in
.556 go through a n***a crunches
Auntie call me her pumpkin
She owe me fifteen from a bundle
She said, "Pap, let me slide, boy, I love you"
When I'm in the hood, do what I wanna do
Pistol on me, bitch, I'm comfortable
Leave the Audi runnin' 'cause I'm comfortable
It's Bloods on my block, I'm still comfortable
Trey G pulled up in a Benz
I told him let's race and get it in
East Sleeze shootin' dice, told him, "Jump in"
He said, "Fuck that, I rather hit licks"
Whenever I'm in the hood, it get lit
I wish a n***a would think I'ma lit
Up the raw, bust you in ya shit
Fuck 'em all, they can suck a dick
Ballin' on these n***as like Vince
N***as move like Pac in Above the Rim
Ballin' on these n***as above the rim
Took off my white 1s and put on my Timbs
Swag in my bag, this not drip
I wake up and get fresh as shit
These n***as wake up depressed as shit
Tryna figure out the mess they in
Me and my bitch go through domestic shit
At the end of the day, my bitch is my bitch
N***as copy everything I did
But real n***as know what the fuck it is