[Hook]

Heavy (x8)

Glocks, heavy

Chops, heavy

Pros, heavy

Lows, heavy

Heavy (x8)

Lows, heavy

Pros, heavy

We don’t fuck around

Don’t fuck around

You niggas petty

[Verse 1]

Bitch get over here, you know who got that check

Dj play my song, I ain’t stop raining yet

Fast Money Boys, you fucking with them maniacs

Take yo hoe you’ll never get yo baby back

Do all my bitches wrong, I know I’m a get them back

I should be a pump around this bitch, they way I do these rats

I don’t give a fuck about yo feelings, don’t get them attached

Sliding up Plymouth, me and smoke in them hellcats

Bring em bell back

Big packages, I can’t mail that

Vacuum seal that

Gotta make sure they can’t smell that

I’m a real trapper, slash rapper

You a wack rapper

Make a diss song about them diamond

Have the boys snatch you

[Hook]

Heavy (x8)

Glocks, heavy

Chops, heavy

Pros, heavy

Lows, heavy

Heavy (x8)

Lows, heavy

Pros, heavy

We don’t fuck around

Don’t fuck around

You niggas petty

[Verse 2]

I got some niggas on the 7, riding round with Mack 11s

I’ll have a dirty nigga hit you with a Smith n Wesson

Put 35 on yo back like that nigga Kevin

When I shoot

I hardly miss, like that nigga Stephen

Spit some shit around these kids

Bitch watch where you stepping

Fast Money, Turn Around

You know what I’m repping

On the road with Jr, bout to go get a package

Nigga I don’t sit still, I make shit happen

If I don’t get a mill soon, I’m a quit rapping

Still trapping

Still wake up, pouring 8 for breakfast

Still coming, but I’m in the streets

Yeah, I’m still running

Keep my young dog next to me, cause he gone kill something

[Hook]

Heavy (x8)

Glocks, heavy

Chops, heavy

Pros, heavy

Lows, heavy

Heavy (x8)

Lows, heavy

Pros, heavy

We don’t fuck around

Don’t fuck around

You niggas petty