[Chorus: IOD]
Walk up on pussies with all of my guns and I pull up and knock 'em right down (down)
Pull up in all of my Maybachs, I walk on the jet and I fly to your town (town)
That pussy ain’t me but he wish he was me, can't accept it, can't stop the frowning (hm!)
I’m up in the sky and I'm in a G5, and the inside is just like a lounge

[Verse 1: IOD]
Feel like a cheetah, I pounce (pounce)
I make the banzo the bands on the daily, check the watch, set aside an hour to count (okay)
My voice echo through your city and the bass is bouncin' (hah)
Me and my clique in the lounge, watchin' you and your clique, lookin' down (lookin' down)
Got you on the news, Channel 5, big frownin'
I'm the biggest dog up in this pound (up in this pound)
And you a pup, so why the fuck is you talkin’ down?
I count up all my bucks and I count up all my pounds (pounds)
My choppa do the music with the drum, and thе hundred-rounds
Randy Moss, a touchdown (touchdown)
I can’t floss, the fuckin' grills up in my mouth (grills in my mouth)
And I stay up in the hills, mansion so big, you can’t еven call it a house (uh huh!)
I make money every day
Check the calendar, every day, I bring in finances to spend
Every day the label callin' me, "it's your time to get paid"
Like wasn't payday yesterday?

[Chorus: IOD]
Walk up on pussies with all of my guns and I pull up and knock ’em right down (down)
Pull up in all of my Maybachs, I walk on the jet and I fly to your town (town)
That pussy ain't me but he wish he was me, can't accept it, can't stop the frowning (hm!)
I'm up in the sky and I'm in a G5, and the inside is just like a lounge
[Verse 2: 1CEY]
Stackin' this guap, you broke as a bitch, I can tell (I can tell)
Loadin' my choppa, got hundreds of rounds, give 'em hell (give 'em hell)
Keep me a shotty, I pull up right now, blastin' shells (gra! bah! bah!)
Got True Religion all over me, won't go to hell (won't go to hell)
Swervin' the coupe, those Forgiato wheels (Forgiato)
Guns out, nah we ain't takin' no deals (gra! bah!)
Coppin' the Truey and coppin' the Robins, you know what I'm rockin' for real (for real)
When I pull up with that choppa, the semi, you know when they hit you won't heal (won't heal)
Truey, Gucci, Louis, you know what I cop expensive (yeah)
Choppa singin' loud, bitch it sounds like a cannon (cannon)
I don't know who you are, get up out my mentions (get the fuck out)
Put you on the news, bitch, now you got attention (attention)
Trxple7 put you down in hallowed ground (hollow ground)
Glocky got a drum, and it's filled with hollow rounds (hollow rounds)
Fuck with us, turn your home to Fallout (Fallout)
Look all these racks, you know that I ball out (ball out)

[Chorus: IOD]
Walk up on pussies with all of my guns and I pull up and knock 'em right down (down)
Pull up in all of my Maybachs, I walk on the jet and I fly to your town (town)
That pussy ain't me but he wish he was me, can't accept it, can't stop the frowning (hm!)
I'm up in the sky and I'm in a G5, and the inside is just like a lounge