(Intro)
You know what the fuck going on man
Yeah
Sito sito sito

(Chorus)
You n***as ain't talking 'bout shit, really
All blue hundreds n***a, RIP Nipsey
My right hand man moving just like Frank Ntilikina
Hit stain for ten, spend shit on new glizzy
I'm sippin' on drink I ain't sippin' on whisky
I'm from the South Side I got shooters on Dixie
Addicted to money, strictly
Smoke by the best, smoking opps and I feel like a hippie
I got a white bitch and she looking like Iggy
Yeah, I caught his ass lacking I ain't show him no pity
I'm counting this money I'm busy
Yeah, I got some country ass shooters and they from Mississippi
All my n***as they strapped, they be slime (?)
I'm from the projects you know that shit real
I'm counting this money now they tryna be friendly
I'm fucking your bitch now she acting so friendly

(Verse)
You know I stay strapped so you better not temp me
Most of these n***as hate man I know that they envy me
Got a choppa on me when I slide through the vil (?)
I be always trapping hard I got that from (?)
I'm serving kilos man I feel like my dad
I'm fucking on your bitch, but I'm not tryna brag
I got Hunchos with me he be serving that glass
N***a out on bond, I'ma still let 'em have it
Got tattoos on my neck you know I stay first class
You try to run up on me then I'm gonna blast
I'm fucking on your bitch you know she get passed
I feel like Jason when I ride with the mask
I feel like O-Dog when I ride with that strap
I be frying n***as and they often in pack
My first semi-automatic was a mac
I'm really from the streets you know I can't lack
Man fucking with me then you about to get kidnapped
I've been chasing money, I've never been sad
Get a choppa on me like I live in Iraq
Got some Russian shooters kill your ass for the racks
I tote choppers and they got some attached
I'm really form the streets you know I can't rat
My n***as pop you then they got get a tag
They fitted up, I got that shit on my back
Shot two n***as, but I'm not playing craps
Feel like el yapo when I ride with that strap
Got two choppas and you know they all black
Got two choppas don't know how to act
(Chorus)
N***as ain't talking 'bout shit, really
All blue hundreds n***a, RIP Nipsey
My right hand man moving just like Frank Ntilikina
Hit stain for ten, spend shit on new glizzy
I'm sippin' on drink I ain't sippin' on whisky
I'm from the South Side I got shooters on Dixie
Addicted to money, strictly
Smoke by the best, smoking opps and I feel like a hippie
I got a white bitch and she looking like Iggy
Yeah, I caught his ass lacking I ain't show him no pity
I'm counting this money I'm busy
Yeah, I got some country ass shooters and they from Mississippi
All my n***as they strapped, they be slime (?)
I'm from the projects you know that shit real
I'm counting this money now they tryna be friendly
I'm fucking your bitch now she acting so friendly