[Intro]
(This is a Dolan Beats production)
Yeah
Fifty
This what they been waiting on man
Sito, Sito, Sito

[Verse]
I hop on the flight and I'm first class
You tryna cop a plea but you know it's no white flags
Glock 43, two tone, yeah you know it's compact
AR-15 on me and you know that shit all black
I chase the money cuz I'm not with the chit-chat
You fuck with the gang then you gon hear, click-clack
I'm not politicking, I'm chasing the big racks
I'm shooting with the stick and that shit got impact
Yeah, designer dripping and I mix match
I'm shooting with the stick and that shit got kickback
The bitch that you been bragging about, I hit that
Might run up in yo spot, your folks gon get kidnapped
You toting them hi-points, n***a we don't do that
Now everybody in my entourage got clean straps
Swinging them sticks, I turn my hood into Iraq
We taking them shots on the cam like Kodak
We chasing these racks, man we gon expose that
Fell out with your bitch, you tryna get your hoe back
Yeah, got some n***as banging [?]
We shoot the scene up now you riding four flats
My Chiraq partner rolling off of four flats
I keep a compact choppa in my bookbag
I shot four times now he got the shit bag
I'm fucking yo baby momma off the sand tan
I'm popping them Perc tens, I don't pop Xans
We waving them straps around with that Glock out
Got ten bands in my pockets, I got thigh pads
My side bitch came from Asia, she from Thailand
I moved him into town, I turned him to a wiseman
Ain't talking about [?] I turned you to a blind man
I heard you got engaged, you better get your wife man
I keep the 5-7, I ain't scared of no man
I'm fucking yo bitch n***a, she a big fan
I took his ass off, robbed his ass for ten bands
Got contract shooters, surrounded by them hitman
Yall n***as ain't got no heart like a tinman
We spinning that opp block like a ceiling fan
My heart so cold, I don't got no feelings man
Got back to back whips pulling up in caravans
Got low down shooters with me, they from Maryland
I got tattoos on my face, it got them staring
She tryna fuck on me just cuz my appearance
I'm hopping out foreigns, now I'm in McLaren's
I'm stepping on bricks, I'm trapping like my parents
I stay strapped up, there's nothing that I'm sparing
I'm dogging these bitches, I don't ever care em
I stay on point, you know I stay preparing
I only fear God, it's nothing that I'm fearing
I'm having them cheap prices off of clearance
I'm passing your bitch off you know that I'm sharing
Got 24k on my ring no marriage
I'm walking with bombs on me like a terrorist
I'm catching them plays outside like a ferret
I got a french bitch and that hoe from Paris
These VVS came from Woffy not from Jared
Ain't talking about guap then I ain't tryna hear it
They pulling up in a demon, who the fuck they scaring
If I got a big body then you know I'm spraying
That red dot sight helping with my aiming
I'm getting money, I don't care about being famous
These broke ass n***as always be complaining
My plug on point that n***a Panamanian
He don't speak english, he be speaking spanish
My n***as push work, n***a like they training
Them face shots hitting n***as, leave em brainless
They got El Jefe under investigation
They telling them stories and interrogation
We fucking your bitch, she stay up in rotation
I'm using your bitch just for transportation
That stick vs me, I feel like Roger Bailey
I did 23 hours up in isolation
Got gang act just cuz my affiliation
[Outro]
Yeah man
Yall n***as know how the fuck I'm rocking man
Out on bond shit n***a, yeah
Free Gwaluh n***a
Yeah, I'm out on three bonds n***a
Just went on a motherfucking jail tour
Shout out my n***a Dolan man
Yeah, you know we back to back n***a
Aye, foreign whips all that shit
Fifty
They ain't wanna let me out
Aye
(This is a Dolan Beats production)