[Verse 1]

Molasses colored coupe, bend the curb

Feds watching (ugh) flip the bird

Tapping in with 4, what’s the word ?

At 17 we taught you how to serve

At 17 we taught you how to merge

Street shit with intellectuality

Pop a nigga just for principality

She gone pop that pussy for me, actually-

She gone tape a brick & take a trip

She gone help a nigga make a grip

South of San Ysidro eating fish

South of San Ysidro flip- *bleep*

Big back tucked, blowing thraxx

Strip club ducked, throwing racks

Henny in my cup , sip yac

Face of Rosecrans, big facts

Hickory Ave don don dada

Certified 900 blocka

Me & mi carnales top shotta’s

I just found a plug Oaxaca

Momma raised a motherfucking souljah

Big brother locked in Angola

I was waking up and getting paper before you had ya morning cup of Folgers

Pyrex, water, baking soda

I could hide the smell with ammonia

My bitch bad, Apollonia

Weed and YSL my order

Black nigga, black whip, black tint

Black bitch, stash this

Need a stallion like Megan

Bad bitch talking cash shit

[Hook]

Look how my words be controllin’ the track

This for the trolls and doubters in the pack

Set up a play and still spittin’ facts

Murder any rapper, body-bag

Nerd nigga with the words

Curb nigga get the birds

Really living out my lyrics

Killathadon spittin’ all verbs

[Verse 2]

900 member, colder than December

Sneak dissin’ put em in a blender

That’s that nigga Killa he don't just be talkin’

Take ya favorite artist, put em in a coffin

I ain't net famous though I'm really poppin

I done wrecked the Chevy, whats the next option?

Moms told me slow it down you outchea wildin’

She ain’t seen nun, I'm just getting started

Backwood blazing, racing, fornicating

Every single fucking day a brand new maiden

And now every jacket got a different fragrance

I need marijuana for my medication

And a hunnit mill for my dedication

I was OT workin’ ain't no fabrication

Prolly thought that we was on a vacation

Got it out the trenches with no hesitation

Sunroof back for the ventilation

All white Air’s I don’t do the Mason’s

Fat back got me hyperventilating

Still on the block, feet in the pavement

Nigga! La Famil...