[Verse 1]
Ayy, roll up a backwood and face it
Don’t want yo’ pussy I can’t chase it
Don’t fuck with n***as I’m feelin racist
Pop up out the cut, n***a I’m shady
Shut the fuck up, who gon make me?
And we got dope like the 80s
Pull the guns out n***as start duckin
-Who put this thing together!? ME!
Ayy, and my chopper gon buck em
And my chopper gon fuck em
And this SK , it’s gon crush em
Pass me the ball I’m gon dunk it
You tryna keep up like Tim Duncan
Hoe shut the fuck up, keep suckin
Don’t distract me when I’m countin money
I just want them blueface hunnits
I know that you can relate
So give me everything on yo plate
We spin his block with no license plate
Do a drive by then do the race
I’ma count it up, throw it in yo face
Bronem shot a undercover Jake
Let me shut up fore they pin a case
Ayy, and we bought all the lean in the fucking city
None of these n***as is fuckin with me
Hit him with a SK and a Semi
Pull up on yo block in a fuckin Hemi
I be sippin lean I ain’t sippin henny
Just popped a perc now I’m feelin itchy
Ayy, Gang!
[Verse 2]
Ayy, I just kicked inside his trap house
And I brought the Macs out
I’m finna blow yo scalp off
I’m sippin on this lean but I do not got a damn cough
I’m with my gang and we posted in the damn loft
Don’t fuck with none these n***as, cause these n***as be so damn soft
I pull up in that Vroom! (vroom! vroom! vroom!) you can hear the exhaust
Don’t give a fuck about how you feel I’m running my bands up
I pull up in that Benze truck and now she open her legs up
Ayy bans, I’m addicted to counting guap
I’m addicted to sippin Wock, drinkin that shit till my heart stop
Think about you and roll it up (bans!)
(..and she like how I say glahhh)