[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
Man, big dough, big dough, big dough
Selling hoes on the track, call [?]
They don't know how it go in the four, and if they don't then their brains get blow
.22 or .556, know we pimping in the mix
Came in for a one double o, know we thugging and plugging till we go
And it's off top, you know we make this shit rock
Pick a spot, y'know we got the block hot
High off weed, goop, higher we go
Know we finna mack that bitch, fucking move
Thugging, plugging, opp in the pot
You ain't never seen shit, boy you just sight looking
Play it larry, way he shot back
[?], I could cop that
Let's just stop the bullshit
Pick that boy with a full clip
Full clip, extendos, Kirb coming through out the window

[Verse 2: Bambi]
Suck me while I'm sleeping like she Kirby up in Dreamland
Wockhardt got me leaning feeling like a fucking kickstand
Everytime I take a flight I need me like six xans and everytime I'm cooking crack I need about like six pans
Yo bitch is a big fan, fucked her, she got big cans
I'm sorry she don't fuck with you cause Bambi is a rich man
Spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands
Spend a couple thousand on my watch, call that wristbands
Used to sell blow, call me Bambi Pablo
I got eight bad hoes in the trunk of my Tahoe
Out here fuckin' balling like I hit the fucking lotto
Catching hella bodies like the south side of Chicago
Pull up to your spot, yeah you know I'll fucking pack you out
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Pacquiao, Pacquiao, call me Bambi Pacquiao
Left hook, right hook, call me Bambi Pacquiao