[Intro]
Aye, aye, look
What it do man
Yo what it do man
Aye, look, aye

[Verse 1]
We might get hit with the Rico (aye)
We might get hit with the plug
And WIll ain’t the plug if you ain’t got no kilos
If he do then I’m coming through with my fucking dibo
Off my muhfuckin' debo
And I ride around with my pistol like that shit is legal (oh)
That’s game I only feel Ceelo (Ceelo)
Finesse him, he dumb as finito (nito)
The way that I shoot is like curry
Cause i be a mess when I let off this trio (thirty)
Wildin’ I feel like I’m Stevo (Stevo)
You actor boy, you Benny Siegel (Siegel)
And no I don’t brag about licks that I hit
Cause I keep all my shit on the D low (on the D low)
I do not care what you say to me
You ain’t the man you portray to be
Finna come through with my plan
You just wait and see
Gotta wait patiently
I move from A to B
Balling like I’m on a couch on Fader 3
Up in the stew cooking up like a bakery
You think you know me but you just mistaking me
Part of the reasons why n***as keep hating me
They gon’ hate more when they realise they time up
They will stop blowing my muhfuckin’ line up
So many bitches I can’t make my mind up
But focused on bitches, go fuck your whole grind up
Jump outta line and they eat all you rind up
You believe everything you see and fine up
Resume, awol man you can search line up
So much weight on me I’m fucking my spine up
I been up cotting and scheming like Rico
I wanna come up like I’m Al Pacino
These n***as bluffing, they joke is enough
And they pull out, they call like I’m at a casino
I’m finna blow like some muhfuckin’ C-4
Yeah they all know I’m the one like I’m Neyo
Fuck my old judge and my muhfuckin’ PO
They want me up in the hole like I’m zero