My n***as out here
On the block lurkin'
Out here vibin AM flow, hear the birds chirpin
Glock 40 [?]
Out here tryna make it
So you know i gotta murk shit

Broski told me get em
I can't hold back
In traffic with Big Swirl
Tryna count a couple stacks
I state known facts
I ain't gotta rap, sit back wit dem d block boys get this money in the trap
Them Steve Drive boys clap
Run up its a wrap
Grandad died, after that no holdin back
I gotta see some racks
Fuck it, millions due[?]
Cause i dont feed my own self
I give my team some food
My n***as told me Kill shit, thats why i drill shit
L'a in the cut, with 40 with his outfit
Run up it get tragic
They know it get tragic
Rondo ride an aston
Its goin with no basket
They better ask man
I gotta task man
To make it for my n***as, otf, like last debt[?]
So i just money hunt
Smokin on some fuckin skunk
Let this 40 kill this n***a, like it wasn't fuckin nothin
See man this just the intro for you fuck n***as man
Free all the guys man, i dont fuck around man
Free drose man, numba 9 man, otf man
Rip baldy, rip d thang, rip lil steve man you know how we rockin man
Fuck da opps man, CPDK, Turn up 2k13 man, free all my hittas man... bow!