[Hook]
Heavy (x8)
Glocks, heavy
Chops, heavy
Pros, heavy
Lows, heavy
Heavy (x8)
Lows, heavy
Pros, heavy
We don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
You n***as petty

[Verse 1]
Bitch get over here, you know who got that check
Dj play my song, I ain’t stop raining yet
Fast Money Boys, you fucking with them maniacs
Take yo hoe you’ll never get yo baby back
Do all my bitches wrong, I know I’m a get them back
I should be a pump around this bitch, they way I do these rats
I don’t give a fuck about yo feelings, don’t get them attached
Sliding up Plymouth, me and smoke in them hellcats
Bring em bell back
Big packages, I can’t mail that
Vacuum seal that
Gotta make sure they can’t smell that
I’m a real trapper, slash rapper
You a wack rapper
Make a diss song about them diamond
Have the boys snatch you
[Hook]
Heavy (x8)
Glocks, heavy
Chops, heavy
Pros, heavy
Lows, heavy
Heavy (x8)
Lows, heavy
Pros, heavy
We don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
You n***as petty

[Verse 2]
I got some n***as on the 7, riding round with Mack 11s
I’ll have a dirty n***a hit you with a Smith n Wesson
Put 35 on yo back like that n***a Kevin
When I shoot
I hardly miss, like that n***a Stephen
Spit some shit around these kids
Bitch watch where you stepping
Fast Money, Turn Around
You know what I’m repping
On the road with Jr, bout to go get a package
N***a I don’t sit still, I make shit happen
If I don’t get a mill soon, I’m a quit rapping
Still trapping
Still wake up, pouring 8 for breakfast
Still coming, but I’m in the streets
Yeah, I’m still running
Keep my young dog next to me, cause he gone kill something
[Hook]
Heavy (x8)
Glocks, heavy
Chops, heavy
Pros, heavy
Lows, heavy
Heavy (x8)
Lows, heavy
Pros, heavy
We don’t fuck around
Don’t fuck around
You n***as petty