[Verse 1]
Aye
[?] rollin' down your motherfucking block mane
[?] steady glidin' on them gold thangs
Chopped & screwed your bitch
Make that hoe jump outta frame
Young player riding through your city, mobbin' UGK
Gold coffin, gator boots, dipped inside that candy suit
Pinky ring, [pendant?] chain, pushin' 7s, do my thing
Gold [rope?], legs chrome, pay the fucking tag
If a busta run his mouth don't even tryna disrespect
Ima hang that motherfucker from the golden gate
Bitch
Pistol packin' never lackin' cause it's murder to the 1st degree
Ana got me trippin', plottin up another killing spree
Fucking with the entity, now your ass can believe
Ouija are you with me?
Give me some of redrum
Creepin' through the darkness when '87, let's have some fun
Up inside peanut butter, ouside chillin'
Suicide doors on the boxtop chevy

[Verse 2]
Aye
Roll me up a blunt, it filled up with kush and sippin' some [?]
Riding slow [?] making some money [?]
Aye
Now tell your bitch to leave me alone
I'm gettin' so sick
She all on my dick
She want me to hit
But a pimp like me don't love no bitch
I cry diamond tears, I'm rolling up on a prescription
I'm counting ditches
Fuck a woman, live my life like a villain
I'm stuntin' daily
Gun posession while I'm up in my drop top
We players never flip flop
Making money to the tip top
Rolling upon a purple passion, bump my collar, do my thing
Sittin' sideway, swervin' in that motherfucking lane
G59, don't pay no shit, you, partner get your wig split
Riding through your fucking hood I make your hoe my bottom bitch
Gankin', every sucker stangin every busta in my sight
Lurking through your fucking cuts and end your life by the night
Young player from the himalayas, walk around in my fucking gators
Makin' moves on my fucking haters, don't fuck around with my fucking paper