[Intro:]
Do you wanna ride?
I can’t hear ya? I said do you wanna ride?

[Chorus 1:][x2]
When I take that final sleep
I pray my maker carry me
Take my fame and pull it free
Bitch n***a to bury me
Was a bigger man
But they make me out of cavity
Product of my hood
Imma naturally do it for them

[Verse 1:]
Bitches, dope and dollaz
Rag top dropping bottles
Strap on the lap we mobbin’
Anything move we robbin
Try me
I be ready for the doorway
Third degree
Some how doa silence me
Cadillac inside burgundy
Swerving to the beats like surgery
Everytime I hear the streets
My ears be listening while the talking
Scheming, plotting, scoping
Wonder what I roll in, who I roll with
When I’m riding out
Fully having n***as start hiding out
Till the block hit
Too hot to cool off
But in my mind I’m a young grinding soldier
Frontlining in my motherfucking shoes off
My birthplace’s the worst place
In Texas my first case
I’m paranoid and I’m fully [?]
And I’m saying thanks to my hittas say
Hurry up n***a no time to waste
Ski mask on my face
Call them hoes hanging at barrio
And tell em let’s go get this cake
All my life I ain’t had shit
Man, full of bad shit
Once upon a time I was a child
Now I’m a savage
Society live and sue a n***a state with the 2-2-3
Do it for the block
Do it for the hood
Do it for the city
I do it so fucking G, n***a
[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2:]
Bitches, dope and dollaz [x8]

[Verse 2:]
East Side G.I
Really ain't shit to do but get high
And I keep that stainless thang in my lap
Gotta rob, steal and kill
Gotta get by
Gotta roll, smoke dope
Gotta maintain
Get to the West Coast n***a same thing
And you gotta be down to ride or die
Bout it bout it man
I do it for the
Dollars and dope
Bitches, Benzes and Bimmers
These 90 containers of cocaine
Sipping lean by the liters
That n***a who you believe in
We black and underachieving
Told momma I need some money
She said I’m in need of Jesus
Know what
These streets so tore up up
Got a pump in the trunk when I roll up
Got dough but I gotta get more up
Hold some n***a down for a hold up
What’s up
What’s up with the ski mask
Motherfucker don’t shit where you sleep at
Get the dope and the money but you keep that
For the one n***a you don’t wanna see that
These n***as got me so trigga happy
And I’m so caught up in this game
And i can’t do shit about it
And you n***as betta know before I go
Imma get what I get up out it
Fuck n***a I dunno what you bout
But bitch I been about it
I’m bout them bitches, dope and dollaz
[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]