[Intro]
Yup (Noisy on the beat)
Hol' up, wait, bitch, I'm finna talk my shit (Yup)
Gun so goddamn big, I swear it be hard to tuck my blick (Damn)
Yup, don't pull that felon, lil' n***a, you don't wanna make my list (Uh-uh)
Nah, come on

[Chorus]
Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a professional with that bitch like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (Ayy, Luhreece)
Yup, pussy tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell, my shoes be costin' n***as rent (Bitch, nah, aight, come on)
This bitch just text sayin' she love mе, I text her back, "You got me bеnt" (What?)
Yup, we gon' get they lo', push on they block soon as we see (Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin', I'm goin' out like 50 Cent (Aight, come on, on my mama)

[Verse]
Yeah, we gon' cap outside his crib like we came with some tints
Yeah, n***as be so damn pussy when they see me, they be timids (Get down)
You can ask my mama, I moved to East Pilot Street and I've been thuggin' since (Ayy, East Pilot)
Bitch, I feel like 2Pac 'cause I ball above the rim (Aight, come on)
Yup, ayy, my brother say, "Fuck them", so I say, "Fuck them" (Fuck them)
Yup, bitch, I'm out in L.A., eatin' steak with Cutt 'nem (Cutt 'nem)
Yup, dare a n***a to try me, I tweak how quick I bust him (Boom)
I say (Bah, bah, bah), "I dare a n***a to try me and watch how quick I touch him" (Uh-uh, yup)
[Chorus]
Gave my junkie a hit 'cause he a professional with that bitch like Gretzky
In Miami I feel like Plies, I'm chillin' at the rest (Miami)
Yeah, call Luhreece, he ready, check a opp just like some mix (Ayy, Luhreece)
Yup, pussy tried to hide, too bad we seen him through the tint (Aight, come on)
I swear my opps be broke as hell, my shoes be costin' n***as rent (Bitch, nah, aight, come on)
This bitch just text sayin' she love me, I text her back, "You got me bent" (What?)
Yup, we gon' get they lo', push on they block soon as we see (Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin', I'm goin' out like 50 Cent (Aight, come on, on my mama)