[Verse 1]
Go go
Ay, hold up let me put my air force ones on
Z06 corvette
They say don't come to the shoot without a haircut
Check
I just wake up put shit on I don't even be tryin and I'm fresh
Pull up to the barbershop
I got a thousand, fuck who next
I got a message for the streets and
I got a message for the press
So many thousands I got a thousand
For every thousand you could flex
I got two thousand for every thousand in your jeans, n***a get
I got a thousand times ten that's ten thousand on your head
I came out drippin' thousand dollars
I spent a thousand on my kicks
I didn't buy that philippe shirt they wanted a thousand for that shit
Dropped 50 thousand on my car that week they shot it, boy I'm pissed
The trap fire, I got ten thousand for anybody throw a hit
They be like why ya hair dyed
I spent 2 & change on this shit
I be like my hair dyed but that ain't the only thing that did
I remember I pull out with my Glock
That's the only thing they see
I'm talking 99 times 55
That how many times I slid
Shoot him in his chest
Split that n***a wig
Hit him in his leg
When he try to jump the fence
First time I shoot semi I had to turn into a switch
First he talking gangster choppa turn him to a bitch
[Verse 2]
Go, go
Onto the next one
The n***as dyin' like they lining up for [?]
Bitch I walk like I talk like
A motherfucking expert
Run a n***a down
Shoot him in his legs first
I'm tryin' to slow him down
Then stand over a head burst
That boy hit so many times
They close the casket
Shot the dead first
Shot that n***a so many times
Everyday his brother taken ten percs
Spray the funeral
I hope he got a bad perc
Clipped on him
This boy Vietnamese
Assassins too, to stop this mother fucker
You need ten shirts, and ten vests
When I spray I don't break no sweat
Choppa spittin'
Through the air
Talkin' shit in every song
Bitch I be flier than a damn jet
A plane
I should have grown up on Atlanta Express
A train, we say the name amtrak
Plus we need a funeral cuz Spina killed the damn track
Cut a n***a water off
Trap doing bad
Fuck I'm living good and I'm up
But it's still bad
[?] trash bag, n***as
And I'm still glad
[?]
[Outro]
They say
They say you ain't have no good songs
[?] my n***as ain't good, we great
You heard me we forever straight