[Intro]

Uh, uh

Dreezy, Mac motherfuckin' Dreezy, you punk rock beezy

What the fuck you thought?

[Verse]

I ride the strip smoking grip in a car from the '70s

Servin' a notch on the clock 'cause I'm all about having things

I prowl on the weak and take advantage of the scary

Robbin' punk niggas from December to January

Like handling ferry, it's manda-terry, I mean mandatory

A living legend fighting for my glory

Glamour, no, I don't smoke bammer

I'm like a .38 with the cocked back hammer

Ready to pop, ready to drop, ready to stop

The square shit, I'm a pimp, nigga, I sell cock

Cock-ola, I'm like yola

Candy uncut with no baking soda

Like Yoda, the force with me

A legend like Mikе but my sport is pimpin'

Of course she gets mе, everything that I need

From this hat on my head to these Nikes on my feet