[Verse 1:]
Young wild n***as and we straight from Vallejo
Bought two chops, named 'em Keenan & Kel (all that)
Angel on my neck, red bottoms straight from hell
Hit the bitch, send her home, I'm delivering the mail (I'm delivering the mail)
Neiman Marcus shopping, I ain't look for no Jordan's (ain't looking for no Jordan's)
Boy when I shop, Balenciaga's I'm exploring
I pull up the scene they stop and stare 'cause I'm important
KD with the chop, run up and I'm scoring
Ain't talking bout chores, I'm aggressive with the mop
Treat a n***a like a jumper, he talk crazy
You love to take her shopping, she just love to give me top
Swipe her for the blue strips, and I ain't talking 'bout a fox
Tints on the buff's, oh my god, I'm untouchable
Tryna shake my hand, little n***a i don't fuck with you
Make a n***a strip, make his girlfriend uncomfortable
1 phone call, and my shooter, he'll bust at you
40 with the stick, make it bounce like a pogo
Red on the gooth, make it lean like a cholo
Take a n***a bitch, guess I'm riding with a stolo
You hard with yo' n***as, I'm the same when I'm solo
Sucka pulled up, he was tryna start a fight, I couldn't even function, I was higher than a kite
Told that n***a beat it, R.I.P that n***a Mike, he pulled some hoe shit, I pulled out that all black 9
On a money hunt, where the fuck them bands at?
N***a's ran up, choppa's made him ran back
Oh they finna shoot, n***a's better stand back
Chris with the chop, and I ain't talking hand clap
Hold On
Lemme refill my tank up
Brody in the back, you walk by, keep yo' chain tucked
Don't bring yo main around me unless you wanna get yo' main fucked
And all my n***as animals, little n***a you can't tame us
Onna' Gang