[Chorus: D Savage]
I know these lil' n***as wanna be me
Tryna- tryna steal the sauce, ain't shit free
I wonder what it is when you see me
Rapping but I'm snapping, keep it lowkey
I sip- I sip Hi-Tech, not no Hennessy
Brand new Glock .40, with a brand new squeeze
Wish a- wish a n***a would try to press me
I got some real n***as that'll kill for me

[Verse 1: Rocket Da Goon]
N***as wanna be like me (Like me, haha)
You know I keep the Glock in my jeans (I do, Glock in my jeans)
Got a whole pint, 16 (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Bust a brick down with the team (Bust it down)
I'm from a wish a n***a would (That what?)
Smoke a n***a just like a wood
Death Row, just like Suge (Real science, ho)
Finessed the n***a, hit him with a juug (Yes)
Front door, back door (Back door)
Swinging on a trap though, rob him for his bankroll (Rob)
Do what I say so (Do it)
Remix the brick and you know that's kero (Bitch)
Shoot him in face, case closed (Bang, case closed)
And I ain't going out sad
Riding around with an extra mag
Pussy n***a trip, you know I'ma blast (On God)
[Chorus: D Savage]
I know these lil' n***as wanna be me
Tryna- tryna steal the sauce, ain't shit free
I wonder what it is when you see me
Rapping but I'm snapping, keep it lowkey
I sip- I sip Hi-Tech, not no Hennessy
Brand new Glock .40, with a brand new squeeze
Wish a- wish a n***a would try to press me
I got some real n***as that'll kill for me

[Verse 2: Chris King]
Hol' up
Do 'em ugly with the cannon
Cause my mama told me I'm handsome
I got that white like it's dandruff (White)
30 round clip in the hand gun (Brrat)
I'ma fuck 'em up good, n***a hands up (Hah)
Handle white rock like it's AND1 (Yeah)
I feel at home where you can't go (Hah)
You paying rent to the landlord (Hah)
My first quarter pound at 17
Make some plays in a AirBnB (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I came up from serving Meddelin
Drank too much lean to settle in (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
See I get too high, I feel energies
Can't hit my blunt with negativity (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And all of your guys are bitch to me
I'm willing to die by these .223's (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
[Chorus: D Savage]
I know these lil' n***as wanna be me
Tryna- tryna steal the sauce, ain't shit free
I wonder what it is when you see me
Rapping but I'm snapping, keep it lowkey
I sip- I sip Hi-Tech, not no Hennessy
Brand new Glock .40, with a brand new squeeze
Wish a- wish a n***a would try to press me
I got some real n***as that'll kill for me