[Chorus]
I would let you roll my wood but you would fuck it up
Shut down your whole hood, you can't fuck with us
Not from Cali but my pockets crip, I'm sippin' blood
I'm at the top but a n***a got it out the mud
N***a, fuck a cop and motherfuck a judge
I'm in the Lamb doin' donuts
Barbershop, bitch I'm so cut
And all I do is get bread like a cold cut

[Verse 1]
And all I do is get the bread like a cold cut
I got a whole pint of red, pour a four of somethin'
N***as lookin' at me like a n***a owe 'em somethin'
And you a bitch tryna say you just want the woman
Watch your bitch gettin' hit by another woman
And you can't come where I stay bitch, just the homie
And all my n***as strapped with swords like the fuckin' Romans
Two-faced n***as, I ain't with the two-toning
Shots woke up everybody like Tom Joyner
All these pounds, turned Chiraq into California
Fuck a creep, I'll let my shawties creep up on you
Won't beep but the clip like a royal rumble
Catch you in the field blessed then broke out the fumble
And I been a king bitch, but I'm just staying humble
Banana clips for you apes charging in the jungle
And you would think I had a bee the way these bullets stung you

[Chorus]
I would let you roll my wood but you would fuck it up
Shut down your whole hood, you can't fuck with us
Not from Cali but my pockets crip, I'm sippin' blood
I'm at the top but a n***a got it out the mud
N***a, fuck a cop and motherfuck a judge
I'm in the Lamb doin' donuts
Barbershop, bitch I'm so cut
And all I do is get bread like a cold cut

[Verse 2]
All you do is run your grill but you got no cheese
N***a can't stand me, shoot him in the knees
Before we proceed I need all the proceeds
N***as say they want some smoke but they got no weed
And you be smoking on the mild, my weed got no seeds
Now we gon' take this shit to trial 'cause we cop no pleas
Subzero glizzy, it'll make your soul freeze
Now how the fuck you n***as ball and you shoot no threes?
And right now I'm in the foreign, drive with no keys
Dope make 'em say uhh like Master P
Been had this shit on lock so I left the master key
And I run the money up, bitch I'm an athlete
Goofy running up, go get paramedics please
And I got more fucking white than a wedding scene
And this a light amount, and this Glock silent on everything
And if an opp pull up on my block, get down on everything
Recklezz

[Chorus]
I would let you roll my wood but you would fuck it up
Shut down your whole hood, you can't fuck with us
Not from Cali but my pockets crip, I'm sippin' blood
I'm at the top but a n***a got it out the mud
N***a, fuck a cop and motherfuck a judge
I'm in the Lamb doin' donuts
Barbershop, bitch I'm so cut
And all I do is get bread like a cold cut