[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
Yo bombaclat (Blatt)
[?]
(This is the sound)
Brdd
Oh bitch ass n***a (I know)
What? Gang, yeah
I’m a 38-Baby, n***a, I ain’t never change (I got it on my body)
I be seein’ all that bitch ass shit y’all n***as be doin’
You n***as wan’ be like me
Broke ass boy

[Chorus]
Shawty if we fuck around, then your friends ain't gotta know
I know how to keep a secret, lotta shit that you don’t know
Fell in love with totin’ guns when I jumped up off the porch
Went from broke to havin’ money, plus these diamonds on me glow
At the trap house with my n***as with them choppas on the flo’
Say that they gon’ take sum from me, brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove, n***a know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these jewels, raise yo’ hand, you gotta go

[Verse 1]
Private number called my iPhone, talkin’ real reckless (What up?)
Hang up, call back, get the dial tone
See me, better stretch me
Don’t know why these n***as do me wrong
You know I won’t stress it
Bitch don’t tempt me, bet’ not test me
Up the Glock like “N***a, catch me”
The way that I act, man, you n***as can’t be me
The way that I come, man, you n***as can’t see me
The way that I live, it ain’t on no T.V
Saw it in person, you saw it in 3-D
I’m in the AMG Benz with 3Three (Skrr)
This n***a [?], clockin’ the fee-fee
Whippin’ the Yale, pass it to Chi-Chi
Who is that? N***a, that’s NBA KD
[Bridge]
It ain’t shit to get them birds gone (Brrd) (N***a, I know)
It ain’t shit to get that n***a gone (N***a, I know)
Lotta lean in my styrofoam (I know)
[?] on my iPhone (I know)
Hit a n***a with that chop (Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah)
I up this bitch, I bet I rock (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Say he on go, I bet I stop (He on go, I bet I stop, yeah)
I send that n***a to the doc’ (I make that n***a see the doc’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman on the line, I just invested in them bricks
If I buy three, I know that Willie T gon’ whip that bitch to six
Everybody goin’ to jail, police run up in this bitch (Get down)
On me, n***a bet’ not tell, drop a bag to get him hit
I a put that choppa on they ass, I ain’t lyin’
In my bank account I got a lot of bands, I ain’t lyin’
I a put that choppa on they ass, I ain’t lyin’
In my bank account I got a lot of bands, I ain’t lyin’
Since I came home, I been with that shit, though
All my n***as keep them sticks, though
Make my n***as pull a kick do’
When I pull up at yo’ front do’, better tell yo’ mama get low
Who that is in that whip, though?
Baby Joe, he got a Draco
Brrd
[Bridge]
It ain’t shit to get them birds gone (Brrd) (N***a, I know)
It ain’t shit to get that n***a gone (N***a, I know)
Lotta lean in my styrofoam (I know)
[?] on my iPhone (I know)
Hit a n***a with that chop (Glah, glah, glah, glah, glah)
I up this bitch, I bet I rock (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
Say he on go, I bet I stop (He on go, I bet I stop, yeah)
I send that n***a to the doc’ (I make that n***a see the doc’)

[Chorus]
Shawty if we fuck around, then your friends ain't gotta know
I know how to keep a secret, lotta shit that you don’t know
Fell in love with totin’ guns when I jumped up off the porch
Went from broke to havin’ money, plus these diamonds on me glow
At the trap house with my n***as with them choppas on the flo’
Say that they gon’ take sum from me, brought that choppa to my show
I made the news, ain’t shit to prove, n***a know I ain’t no hoe
Lose your life behind these jewels, raise yo’ hand, you gotta go