Niggas don't really got work, see you in the streets still dying of the thirst

Pussy nigga talkin got murked, Wanted three pounds got a 3 round burst, Damn

Bitch nigga dont get hurt if, a nigga scared tell that nigga go to church, aye

Aimin right where the Feds lurk, lettin off the shots hit the nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas ringin my line I just hit that all these niggas 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 nigga with the tax, nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga talkin then them pistols popping

Only bout the paper so it's fuck a hater, if you really want it then my niggas got it

Feel the pressure heavy turn em to spaghetti, leave a nigga messy see he wasn't ready

Got my nigga 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 niggas 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