[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Oh
Ayy, ayy
Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ayy
Hmm, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I remember them days I was robbin'
I was clutchin' my stick, I was keepin' my carbon
Lookin' for them n***as, but they be dodgin'
Call me STD 'cause I'm on some raw shit
Up the Drac', so I feel a lil' nauseous
N***a pull up, then he better be cautious
Roll down the window you know that I sparked him
Bitch I missed? I'ma go get the momma
Bullets hot, need to go get thermometers
Close range, he was bobbin' and bobbin'
I got aim, lookin' back where I'm dumpin'
We leave stains, I'ma da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, you know that I'm hotter
I'm fuckin' the daughter
Bitch, its [?]
Big Bentley with the F on the tire
Red beam with a all-black attire
[Interlude]
Top Shotta, Top Shotta, Top Shotta (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
T-T-Top Shotta (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

[Verse 1]
Run-up my money
They say I ain't funny
I want all the cheddar, I want all the cheese
I want all the bitches, I want all the ho's
They suckin' and fuckin' and lickin' on me
Tell me the secret
How the fuck you get a [?] and I ain't been home in a week?
Bullets make 'em say "Uhh"
Master P kicked down the door
[?] this shit changin'
Get shit off his top
Ain't no [?]
[?] bitch say she mad at me
Was in the sky like I kicked down the [?]
It's first-degree murder, we droppin' your faculty
Shot in yo' face if you say that you after me
Paid for a body, I gave him a salary

[Chorus]
I remember them days I was robbin'
I was clutchin' my stick, I was keepin' my carbon
Lookin' for them n***as, but they be dodgin'
Call me STD 'cause I'm on some raw shit
Up the Drac', so I feel a lil' nauseous
N***a pull up, then he better be cautious
Roll down the window you know that I sparked him
Bitch I missed? I'ma go get the momma
Bullets hot, need to go get thermometers
Close range, he was bobbin' and bobbin'
I got aim, lookin' back where I'm dumpin'
We leave stains, I'ma da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, you know that I'm hotter
I'm fuckin' the daughter
Bitch, its [?]
Big Bentley with the F on the tire
Red beam with a all-black attire
[Verse 2]
Get in the jam, don't name no n***a
Shoot him in the nose, cocaine that n***a
Do it on camera [?] n***a
Fingers dirty, I'm a gravedigger
I'm bringing my pistols, I'm bringing my choppas
In my party, n***a feel like I'm untouchable
Touch me [?]
Get beat down swear we gon' [?]
High life, bitch it's [?]
I buck right, when I'm in it I kill it
I be hype, so we know where the thrill is
It's on sight, we gon' make sure you feel it
I'm on time, for the money and [?]
Got the bowls from Cali and-

[Chorus]
I remember them days I was robbin'
I was clutchin' my stick, I was keepin' my carbon
Lookin' for them n***as, but they be dodgin'
Call me STD 'cause I'm on some raw shit
Up the Drac', so I feel a lil' nauseous
N***a pull up, then he better be cautious
Roll down the window you know that I sparked him
Bitch I missed? I'ma go get the momma
Bullets hot, need to go get thermometers
Close range, he was bobbin' and bobbin'
I got aim, lookin' back where I'm dumpin'
We leave stains, I'ma da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, you know that I'm hotter
I'm fuckin' the daughter
Bitch, its [?]
Big Bentley with the F on the tire
Red beam with a all-black attire
[Outro]
All-black attire-