[INTRO]

Oh yeah, man. Fuck dem niggas blood

You know what I′m on nigga, dead homies

We'll smoke you over the homies, Nigga

Fuck you thinkin, Nigga

I said Trip, load up them choppas, Nigga

I'll smoke ya patna, Nigga

Ain′t no need for no doctor, Nigga

I'm on him like a helicopter, Nigga

[VERSE]

I'm trippin' over Bris

Betta blow ya bitch a kiss

Ya I′ll kill ya over that motha-fuckin diss, Nigga

Ten milli I′ll feel him

When I catch him, Ima spill him

I don′t give two motha-fuckin shits, Nigga

I'm on my shit like a fly

We shoot suckas till they die

Bitch I′m from the south side, it's da click, Nigga

Dread locks, head shots, find him with the red dot

Fuck the opps, everybody gettin hit, Nigga

I′m in love wit my mag, you in love with a fag

Fuck around with the Hank and get dragged, Nigga

Run up on him close range

Bullets rippin' through his brain

Fuck еverything you claim, yeah it's sad, Nigga

I just blew up likе a bomb

Tell yo homie be calm

Yeah I used to fuck your Mom, I'm your dad Nigga

Rich Nigga but I′m wild

I take shots at the crowd

Yeah this chop thang loud, that′s a fact Nigga

Black hoodie, Black Glock

Fold him like a laptop

Run up let the Mac pop

Bullets hit his ragtop

Nigga stop playin' fore I home invade your stash spot

Rich ass nigga talkin shit

I got cash nah

Shining like i'm posed to be

Your bitch wanna get close to me

Ain't nobody over me

The benz look like potpourri

Talkin like you crazy

Ya I'll pull up and I′ll smoke a knee

I don't wear no motha-fuckin mask

You niggas know it′s me

White bitch super thick

Haters on some stupid shit

Been had a big bank roll, I ain't new to this

Dancin' like I′m crazy

But them crackers say this foolishness

My dread locks wild

Come in foul, we be shootin' shit

Stompin in these black j's

Modified black k's

Betta say your motha-fuckin prayers these your last days

Rich niggas doin drive-bys in the Black Range

Your house so small, It reminded of my half space

I′m Dopa than amphetamines

Niggas betta quit testin me

Comin at the hank correct

That′s what you niggas better be

The hand sign I'm throwin up it look just like the letter B

Im trippin' on the opps until they take my last breath from me

Killin till the death of me

Rich Nigga thuggin'

I′ll shut you yo pussy ass down with all that fussin

Caught him on the side street

Shot him and his cousin

We be giving all headshots like it's nothin'

Banked up for life

Shake a sucka like dice

Half a million worth of ice

I′ll knock out your life

Stop playin with these killas

Before I come and take your life

I'm the freshest Nigga livin'

All these haters do is bite

Turn left, turn right

Skeet skirt, outta sight

Rich boy got cheese

But I don't fuck around with mice

She in love with a pimp

I'm in her head like lice

White bitch, white Benz

Lookin' like a grain a rice

I'm in love with killin' opps

I can′t sleep without my chops

Fuck these niggas, they be cops

Bitch I love gettin' guap

Headshots body drops

Skirt before he drop

I was wit your baby mama

She was blowin' off my socks (nigga)

I'm fresher than a peppermint

Got painted like the president

Bigger than the elephant

Your bitch know that I'm heaven sent

Everybody hate on Lavish D cuz they irrelevant

She begging for my dick

But she keep telling me she celibate