[Intro]

(P8, catch a bag)

(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

[Verse]

Hmm, no matter how hard I try to duck the feds, they keep on watchin' (For real)

I'm tryna wrap these racks with these rubber bands, I keep on poppin' 'em

Hmm, I move strategic, every time I don't, that shit get costly

I fucked her good as I could, now this lil' bitch stalkin'

Hmm, bitch, I ain't hidin', I'm outside, bitch, we vibin'

Mm, believe in violence, pull up playin' with that paper, we gon' rob you

Hmm, we caught that nigga, but that other nigga still gon' die too

When I was seventeen, my mama house looked like a drive-thru

Hmm, I got ice, icе, baby, Whitney, Bobby Brown too

Hmm, I got pew-pew on mе, yeah, this bitch soundproof

Hmm, I got water on up to my neck, I be done drowned you

Bad bitches in the DM like, "Boy, I ain't finna hound you"

Your girl the lost and found, I'll lose you faster than I found you

I'm gettin' head, but it's four bitches in my bed, I used to sleep on couches

It's fifty G's in that bag, you think I'm lyin'? My boy, go'n 'head and count 'em

Ask anybody, bitch, I stand on mob business like a damn Italian

Hmm, call me Kikiana (Kikiana), huh

All these motherfuckin' keys like a big piano, huh

Hmm, I can't sleep without my lean, I can't kick the bottle, huh

I let bae get what she need, I don't be hoopin', hollerin', huh (What you want?)

The paper ain't no problem (Mm)

Pussy-ass nigga better have me if he say he got me (You said you got me)

Lil' bro popped a nigga with my Drac', I had to sell my Tommy

Know I been done popped you, sellin' me fake drank, boy, I can smell the Wocky

Hmm, I feel like Kobe in this shit, I just might go out in a helicopter

Hmm, left my whole bitch, walk in with a million, I'ma kiss her probably (Mwah)

We make big deposits, do it how I tell you, ain't no improvisin'

Yeah, Big P, bitch, I been a problem, bitch, I been providin'

I tell her, "Listen to me, look me in my eyes, I'm finna hypnotize you"

Lil' nigga, all my partners sell powder, my hoes pussy poppin'

Hmm, I'm in the Porsche poppin' it and poppin' up, this shit a hobby

Homie poppin' it like he got it, whole time, you niggas just survivin'

Hmm, one, two, three, here we come, bet niggas get to hidin', huh (Buss One)