[Intro]
Heard you set up like shop
I be on street, on yo block
Ok Louis

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, heard you set up like shop
I be on street, on yo block
Running through the cheese like its chop, uh, uh
Heard you want smoke like Pop, uh, uh
Check yo life in a pic that's a crop, uh, uh
When his dreads in it look like a mop, uh, uh
Put my foot on they neck like a sock, uh, uh

[Verse]
Ayo whats poppin' I'm fresh out the part
I heard that boy flexing and he need to stop
All my brothas they with it, lil n***a get guap
I might drift to the money you think its a flock
RIP 2, ain't talking Pop
I'm for the people they callin me Rock
I'm beating that boy, just like a cop
Why is you coppin? I call them opp
Take off his shoes when you walk in my crib
Why that boy cappin' you working at Lid's
I'm at yo crib, with yo shorty, and kid and I'm eating his snacks cause it is what it is
Yea his shorty pulled up and sit on my lap
And then buddy got mad, and then she filled him with cap
And then buddy got mad, and he pulled out a strap
And I called up my brody and he got a mac
And he point it at, shhh, and lil buddy got back
And he said "I'm so sorry I will take it back"
All my brothers is running I'm stating them facts
And i'm printing this money, and it count like a fax
Heard he want a feature but he getting taxed
Told her she getting played like she play the sax
And I feel all this pain, I ain't feeling this max
But through all this pain I'm still getting these racks
Huh, yeah, huh, America, I'm seeing money you look like Claritin
Why is he talkin' he dont know the naritive, why is he talkin' he thought is was heroin
I feel like Samson, I got my hair top twisted
I'm getting tired I'm feeling like mission
Dawg got his hair top like Blake Griffen
Piston, if I take shot I ain't missin'
Listen, I'm up in London like Tipton
Sippin', I pour that tea like its Lipton
Different, I tell that shorty I'm different
Flick, then put it on and keep flickin'
Kickin' out something ain't talkin' bout Tipman
I'm in the club with a suit like i'm Hitman, Pew, Pew, Pew
Punching shit like I'm IP Man
Got that boy shaking just like the crip dance