[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I just might blow like C4

Lot of blue hundreds in this bankroll

Now you knowin' my time is on zero

Shoot me a nigga, go to death row

From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo

We billionaires, but fight 'em all

Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night

The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on

All my goons guard me and my metal on

Blitz with blicks

Hoppin' out just for a bitch

Pussy ass ho, he tuckin' his shit

I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks

If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes

I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold

Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four

I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a ho

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]

Bitch, I'm Hood Baby, don't think I'm a ho

No love for these bitches, I'm doggin' these hoes

I see them tellin' from back of the row

Itty-bitty car, see how fast can you go?

Car skrrt, skrrt, made his ass crash on the road

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, stick hit up the window

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, jakes, we smash on them folks

Yeah, we on the way to your ho

Chop off his lips for doin' all that cappin'

Stick line him up perfect like Bigen

Ain't stealin' the drip, we had it for ages

Locked up in a foreign, but we beat the cases

I'm Lil Gotit, bitch, I get this shit poppin'

Make him go and clear his safety deposit

Whip out my shit, bet she suck like some lollis

So many bands, I need me a dolly

Face tatted up and dressed like I'm Yakki

She copy, she copy, he copy, he copy

FN on my waist, it get hot like a Pocket

I woke 'em up 'cause they like how I pop it

Don't fuck with me, yeah, Jaydog tweak

Get the address, yeah, we spin for weeks

They know where I'm at, I'm with stick junkie

I'ma be the one playin' with money

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I just might blow like C4

Lot of blue hundreds in this bankroll

Now you knowin' my time is on zero

Shoot me a nigga, go to death row

From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo

We billionaires, but fight 'em all

Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night

The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on

All my goons guard me and my metal on

Blitz with blicks

Hoppin' out just for a bitch

Pussy ass ho, he tuckin' his shit

I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks

If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes

I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold

Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four

I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a ho

[Verse 2: RG Jaydog]

Bitch, I'm big slatt, please don't think I'm a ho

We spin the block like two times in a row

Jump out the whip in all black like a crow

Got hot on the stage, fucked a fan at my show

Clean out your spot from the front to backdoor

Ran in his spot 'cause I wanted some more

Big Balenci 41 on my toes

Wipin' his nose, you know how it go

Hop out the whip and we chop up the backstreet

Yeah, I know he play sports 'cause he run like an athlete

So we lurk on his block with a stick on the backseat

Smokin' exotic, this shit come from Cali

Dripped out with Gotit, I know he gon' pop it

Redbone bitch, I just caught her from Follies

And she Latina, keep callin' me papi

Backend for shows, I pull up and rock it

He think he the plug, but him not the socket

I'm puttin' this shit on, I know they gon' cop it

This gun on my waist, you get hot like a Taki

They was sleep, they woke up with me on a rocket

Now I'm countin' bands with Hood Baby

All cashed out when you live in these streets

Pulled off on me in an SRT

Then came back with a straight-eight Jeep

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]

I just might blow like C4

Lot of blue hundreds in this bankroll

Now you knowin' my time is on zero

Shoot me a nigga, go to death row

From the hood to the strip, shoot CeeLo

We billionaires, but fight 'em all

Slime a nigga out, yeah, any night

The reason we got caught, we had jewelry on

All my goons guard me and my metal on

Blitz with blicks

Hoppin' out just for a bitch

Pussy ass ho, he tuckin' his shit

I'm cashin' these checks, get life in the sticks

If I cop me a Rolls, it's comin' with hoes

I roll up this paper, I know it won't fold

Draw on a nigga, then go drop a four

I keep this shit slime, don't think I'm a ho

[Outro: RG Jaydog & Lil Gotit]

Jump out the whip in all black like a crow

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, stick hit up the window

Wipin' his nose, you know how it go

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we on the way to your ho

Ain't stealin' no drip, we had it for ages

Hop out the whip and we chop up the backstreet

I know he play sports 'cause he run like an athlete