N***as don't really got work, see you in the streets still dying of the thirst
Pussy n***a talkin got murked, Wanted three pounds got a 3 round burst, Damn
Bitch n***a dont get hurt if, a n***a scared tell that n***a go to church, aye
Aimin right where the Feds lurk, lettin off the shots hit the n***a head first, damn
Glock hit a bitch, hit a cop in his shit, He was riding round posted on my block tryna snitch
Ops lick a dick, and my trigger finger itch, Ima wet the whole scene, I won't stop if I miss, aye
I just might use the whole clip, aye
They tell me stop bitch you wish, aye
I just might sauce on yo bitch, aye
Might just take off with yo bitch, aye
Got that thirty on my hip, aye
Got that thirty let it rip, aye
Bitch we really with the shits, aye
Shoot a n***a then I dip, aye
Y'all just be talking shit, I'm on a rocket ship, I just rolled up the whole zip, yuh
You cannot Rock with my clique, aye
Please hop up off the dick

New n***as ringin my line I just hit that all these n***as just get on my nerves
All of these Feds on my back Ima grab me a strap and then hop in the car and then swerve

Hit a bitch n***a with the tax, n***a this thrax got real loud packs of the herb, I don't give a fuck about rap, thumbin through racks from a show then it's back to the curb
Young rad n***a on the moon
Bitch you got it wrong if you think that I'm a goon
I just learned bunch of evil shit from cartoons and I like to shoot shit just to make it go boom, yuh

Splittin profits while you sit and gossip if that n***a talkin then them pistols popping
Only bout the paper so it's fuck a hater, if you really want it then my n***as got it
Feel the pressure heavy turn em to spaghetti, leave a n***a messy see he wasn't ready
Got my n***a Luger he'll pull the Ruger, if you talkin stupid then he'll use machetes

I cannot fuck wit no hoe, fuck with my girl and that pistol got blow, aye
Sippin this tech got me slow but all my money fast that's just how the shit go, aye
How I made it I don't know, can't get my tactics you know I keep that on the low
Fuck them n***as bitch we really did it I smoke by the onion just to keep me lifted
You can smell the fragrance, smellin like we made it, money keep me shaded, from the friendly faces
Back then you was hatin, now you tryna say that you were fuckin with me but I know you fakin
Rad kids this, rad kids that, you a damn bitch, you can lick my sack, I remember back when I ain't have no racks, I came from bein broke and I ain't going back, BITCH