[Intro]
Hmm

[Chorus]
Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, n***a, fuck that shit
Real n***as, real killers, we ain't for that shit, uh
Got a million dollars, then I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas, n***a, fuck your fist
Sex tape with ya bitch, then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, n***a, fuck that shit

[Verse]
Red bottoms goin' brazy
Countin' the cash, goin' brazy
Do the dash, goin' brazy
Throwin' a mask on, brazy
Gotta ask, "Are you crazy?" Thinkin' you was finna play me?
Skrt, start the race, baow, shot to the face
Gun shoot blue flames, like a video game
If you ain't talkin' about money, I promise to God, I ain't entertained
Choppa rock you like a show, uh, center stage
Grip the tool like a pro, no interface
Knew that was your girl, went and fucked her anyway
They prolly gon' try to kill me, uh, any day
It's why I keep some killers with me, yeah, everyday
FNs, MAC-10s, ain't no Glocks, ayy
Sendin' shots, there he go, air him out
Pull off, while I count
Man down, then we out
[Chorus]
Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, n***a, fuck that shit
Real n***as, real killers, we ain't for that shit (At all)
Got a million dollars, then I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas n***a fuck your fist (Grrah)
Sex tape with ya bitch, then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, n***a, fuck that shit (Ya dig?)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Back of the Benz truck, where I fucked that bitch
Choppa in the trunk, you can't duck that shit
Say he wanna truce, n***a, fuck that shit
Real n***as, real killers, we ain't for that shit (At all)
Got a million dollars, then I freaked it (Freaked it)
Totin' real choppas n***a fuck your fist (Grrah)
Sex tape with ya bitch, then she leaked it (She leaked it)
My face wasn't on it, n***a, fuck that shit (Ya dig?)