I put it all in her face
Track hawk fast put them boys on a chase
We at his head like a mother fucking fade

At his head like a fade
That boy could get broke like a vase
He talking tough he gonna die where he stay
I cannot leave her alone
Glock hold 15 like a quinceanera
Bitch i got my money on
Got the coupe with the peanut butter inside
I’m at the top with nobody in sight
I got the two door coupe hop in the ride
Slide, sky, high, a bit nervous she’s sayin hi
In a minute i’ll blow
Imma put on a show
Bow, sticks, pile, bricks, style
These bitches they try steal my style
All of these copycats gotta he stopped
He gonna get dropped and i’m not talking cough
N***a’s be 12 and i’m talking about cop



Got that bitch off a pill, ya
I count that money till i feel good
Imagine getting killed by a n***a off a pill
Free all my n***a’s, they tryna get appeal
Not talking magic you n***a’s disappear
Diamonds on my neck dancing chandelier
He seen 14 and he froze just like a deer
Not talking football my n***a’s really in the field
You feel my presence you know that i’m here
Am i copying wheezy if i tat my tears
I pray to god cause i don’t got no fears
I feel like a car how i’m switching these gears
I could keep this flow going for years
I’m in the south side pouring beers
All of my white n***a’s saying cheers