[Intro]
(I need to talk to Mike Laury, Hello? This Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Yeah, yeah, gang, yeah
38 Baby, n***a, you know I ain’t never foldin', yeah, huh
You know how we livin', I ain’t playin' with no n***a
I don’t fuck with n***as, period, yeah, look, uh

[Verse]
Look like he want it, these n***as be trippin'
You know that I’m with it, I split his shit
Bitch, I up with the Glock and I’m lettin' off shots
I know these n***as ain’t cut like this
I’m straight out the Nawf and I swear I want smoke
With any n***a or his fuckin' clique
38 Baby, we runnin' shit, NBA gang, we punish shit
Oh, gang, bang, woah
Oh, fuck ass n***a, yeah, you don’t like me? Then kill me
Uh, hop out the Benz, uh
Whole lotta racks in my pocket, yeah
Extended clip like a socket, woo
You know if I want it, I cop it, yeah
Fuck the police, we ain’t stoppin'
I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, gon' pop 'em (Pa)
Steady be sellin' narcotics
Over the stove I whip it and lock it
I know these n***as ain’t real
When it go down, Montana be chill
Thinkin’ if one of these lil’ n***as touch me
Lay in my grave like “Damn, it’s real”
Steady be thankin’ the Lord that I’m here
Bank account finna be over three mill’
[?] you know that I’m thuggin', I’m feelin' like “Fuck it”
I up it then bar up the steel, bang
NBA x YSL be the gang, no coat on up in the rain
Steady be trappin', we movin' them things
Over fifty grand up in the Range
Don’t fuck with these n***as, fuck what they claim
Play with me? Swear, I’ma buss 'em
Fuck n***a better stay in yo' lane
You see me, you know that I’m clutchin' (Yeah)
Up with the Glock and I split his shit
Droppin' that bag, I send a hit
They all gon' fall when that cutta hit
I’m holdin' that money like Rich The Kid
I don’t know her [?], diamonds all up in my teeth
Pray to God 'fore I sleep, got the devil in my dreams, yeah
Got the devil in my dreams, yeah
Air Force One on my feet, yeah
Air Force One on my feet, forty Glock up on my se-
Woo, grrh