[Intro]

It's critical

This is a K.I.D. production

[Verse]

Bitches know my name, load then I aim

Stay Based for life, but our stories ain't the same

Only nigga get punched in his face and got famous

I still got guns, I still got vests

You can see that the game switched

Last time I looked, it's real niggas who became rich

Suckers got cold; the AK had to knock him off

Shotgun in the trunk, it's fat like Rick Ross

Had to leave the hood 'cause sucker niggas start to run the block

Had to get my head right, bulletproof in the trunk

Riding solo 'cause I know I ain't no fucking punk

Mask up, fuck with me, that pistol like gold fronts

In your mouth, real nigga squad it out, I beg your pardon

Pull that shotgun, he 360 like Vince Carter

Huh, damn, I'm a pretty bitch

Coke, like apartheid, separate the city quick

And I don't play games, and I don't know about that silly shit

Multiply a movie and a gun, you get a 30-clip

Divide a hollow tip and a head, equals a wig split

Times Lil B, ya get that nigga, and I run this shit

[Outro]

Based God, bitch