Verse 1:
I keep the Ruger out, we ain't talking, no games witchu fuck n***as
You play around you get a bang n***a fuck n***a.
This off the top, I be spittin shit
This off the spot, this ain't no written shit
Free my n***a Meek Milly down it fwult...and they took my n***a...Snupe.
All my n***as yeah we riding out
Pussy n***a we coming to yo hideyout
Mmmm fire out. Roll the window down...mmm mmmm. Lemme tell y'all n***as bout Osama, twin llamas, since a youngin I twist ya top and screwdrivas
And All my n***as yeah we mobbin, and if a n***a want a problem then I got em.
DreamChasers, mmm, that’s my clique. DC, that's the label
These n***as hatin, I stay wit lazers, case I gotta pop a hater, hit a n***a like hot potata. Pop him in his wig doe
This off the top I gotta catch the beat, this for my n***as that be in the trap in streets
I’m still knocking off the dime packs. They like Osama… fuck… mat. I’m like I don't know where Saddam at, but I be knowing where them dimes at
I be chillin on the block, half a brick and I grind that
I’m just tryna get my mom back. (“MMMMM”)
All my n***as yea they...mah. and ain't no fallin out...mmm..ah

Verse 2:
They just booked my man bout a week ago
Still fucking all these bitches they be tweaking doe
You fuck around n***a we’ll smoke ya boi.
All my n***as we be___ wit them___s boi
We be riding in them benz's and them ghost’s boy
And I ain't lying, this rap, I ain't wrote it boy
This off the top when im spittin shit, they they got my mans, got him on some sittin shit
A couple months, that ain't no sentence bitch
We gon bounce back and right back to getting rich
M’s on the table, DC the label, man n***as talkin crazy stomp em in the [?]
IM IN THE GAME, JUST LIKE SEGAHHH
You disrespect Ima [?]
Check out my neck, bunch of cubans on it
Check out my wrist, mmmm, ain’t no fooley on it
I got the rolex, I keep a fo pound, if a n***a try to play me, give em more rounds
I told these n***as I ain't who to fvck with, I ride around with long gats, and uhh, clips
I chop shit, pop shit, pop up at your crib
Got eem, spot eem, red dot eem, [?] eem, [?] eem, fuck it lets have a party
Bad Bitches sip lean and pop molly, I dont pop mollies n***a i pop hollows
Pussy n***a, mhm mhm ado, mhm mhm mhm mhm, mhm mhm mhm mhm
I got on gold headphones, gold chain, gold on my wrist, mhm mhm ainn , mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm
If you ain't gettin money, boy you lame, all my n***as gettin money tho. You think its funny tho?
My n***a jeezy said he keep it in the bungalow
If you ain't know what that was it was his jacket n***a, my little n***as be riding he keep that ratchet n***a
What it is, what we talkin for?
Fuck a cheesecake we ain't walkin boul
Whatchu talking? What you got on you? If you got and I don't n***a get the drop on you
Gimme that, what you got, man I need that
Where the learn, where the [?], where the weed at?
I fucked it up, fuck it though get my mhmm back
Give me a ride on ya bike, you ain't gettin it back, pussy n***a, know dat
I come thru with no rap, yall n***as yall ain't riding
Y'all some low jacks, you ain't riding, you on four flats
Come on man, my n***as in the kitchen wit it, I'm still droppin 36 bricks mhm mhm