I might pull up with a beam on my gun

Fuck the opps, bitch we treat 'em for fun

If niggas see me, boy I bet they 'gon run

Pull up on me bitch bet I'm gon bust

I see them hating 'cus they wanna be us

Chop up bullets turn that nigga to dust

Goonies wildin, yeah, we don't give a fuck

I'm counting money bitch I can't get enough

I'm always in traffic, keep a stick I know shit could get tragic

Niggas hate me 'cus they know i be spasming

Pull up on me wrong and I get to clapping

Promise you I'm with all of that action

And i don't think these niggas want static

Leave a pussy dead right where he standing

You ain't shootin shit I know you be cappin (Aye)

What you do for yo hood? Nothing nigga

Where the fuck you was at when we was bustin nigga

Face shot, head shot leave you gushing nigga

You is not a killa, why you running nigga

Grand gang you know how I'm coming nigga

You ain't shooting guns stop stunning nigga

I grew up lookin up to my cousins nigga

Free Eddie gang he was gunnin nigga

Only thing on my mind is get guap

Elvy with me, told him two Glocks

Out West we thuggin like 2Pac

Don't tweak 'cus you might catch a few shots

We the gang and we bangin a few block

On point trynna catch us a new opp

We gon pop out yo cute like "who shot?"

Police on my ass 'cus I'm too hot

A lot of niggas say they want me dead

Fuck 'em imma keep making bread

Kidnap a nigga, chop off his head

Like the bulls all you see is red

I might pull up with a beam on my gun

Fuck the opps, bitch we treat 'em for fun

If niggas see me, boy I bet they 'gon run

Pull up on me bitch bet I'm gon bust

I see them hating 'cus they wanna be us

Chop up bullets turn that nigga to dust

Goonies wildin, yeah, we don't give a fuck

I'm counting money bitch I can't get enough