[Intro]

One time

[Verse: PG RA & Road Runna]

Ayy, for all these actin' ass niggas

I’m keepin' real, I ain't finna do no flaggin’ wit' ya

I keep the steel, you run up I'm gon' clap a nigga

And most of all, they know I'm 'bout that action, nigga

Ayy, free that nigga A$AP Rocky

Fuck all these peons walkin' 'round like they all cocky

And if you run up then you know them bodies droppin’

So don’t get done up 'cause you know that ain’t a problem

The biggest B but I got blues all in my pocket

Your bitch a freak for my whole crew, yeah, she gon' pop it

I'm in the league, I'm ballin’ hard, they tryna stop me

Bitches pocket watchin', they got me creepin' wit' my rocket

Bank head 'cause that bank stay in my head

She wanna fuck, I need my backend first instead

I know these niggas probably us youngins dead

Cause we done got way up ahead and I ain't repeatin' what I said

Let's skip to C but I'm 'bout cash so I'm gon' run it

I'm Krispy Kreme, collect my bag without no fumblin'

She slim petite, no waist, fat ass, ain't got no stomach

Retarded D inside her stomach turned her ass into a dummy

We on C, fuck we takin' off first class

We all in public, cuttin' up, showin' our ass

I'm geeked up swervin' off the road, I'm 'bout to crash

But you know I'm doin' the dash and I don't care 'bout paper tags

I love the E, you know I smoke exotic strains

She suck it up, we on the E-way 'bout to crash

Ain't wit' a F 'cause I don't give a fuck 'bout what you sayin'

Wit' all these racks inside my pants, I turn this bitch into a fan

You went to E, you know I love blowin' exquisite

You steady worried 'bout mine, worry 'bout your digits

Let's switch to F because my pockets full of chickens

And I know you finger lickin', run up wrong and that's your ending

These G-Star jeans, I spent a ticket on my britches

Act like a fiend, like how she grip it when she lick it

I'm hella clean, yeah, that's the H case I ain't mention

High as fuck, stuck in the ceiling

Got them hands, ain't got no feelings

It's green for life but, yeah, you niggas already know

Say I'm a genius but I ain't been on Genius before

Feel like a horse how I be rockin' all these loads

And if I wanted yo' lil' ho, I would've slid after the show

It wouldn't believe that Bossman still was independent

Wit' this rap shit, we the illest in the city

I really snapped, yeah, most of this just got it in me

If I start it, I'ma finish, play my part from the beginning

I, free all of the innocent

I really don't be up for all that friendly shit

And when I'm vibin', yeah, I get all on my jiggy shit

And I get fresh in every J, you know that swag legit

Go hit up Jet and tell him send some of that spiffy shit

The diamonds jumpin' out the jewelry make them bitches hit

I'm slangin' Ks, so PFK Ray Ray, long live the kid

I wish the jit was here, would've been outchea kickin' it

It's a PFK world that we livin' in

So it's fuck you and then fuck just how yo' feelings is

I throw up L, so you know just how I'm feelin', nigga

Long live O-Dog, yeah, you know I fuckin' miss you nigga

I smoke straight out the LB

Yeah, this loud, I know you smell me

The paper good, yeah, we the money team

It's more money out to make, don't do no date, can you just suck it please

We leave the scene gassed up, musty

I like my money neat, don't think about none of that touchin'

We on the block, tryna run it up from nothin'

And fuck the cops, they always on our nuts for somethin'

I don't want no friends 'cause I don't fuck wit' new niggas

This stick like a reporter, put you on the news, nigga

Was servin' O's while I was still in school, nigga

Ask my teachers, I was reakin' through the classroom, nigga

This off the top, I'll pop me a opp

That money ain't never gon' stop

Them bags just keep gettin' dropped

Yeah, you know that pussy gon' pop

But I don't need it, that shit don't P

I need that face and then I'm leavin'

Don't play wit' P, that bitch a demon

Smoke you Ps to sleep, I'm geekin'

Quake your shit like I'm Katrina

Keep your blunts, boy, I don't need 'em

And you can't fuck with lil' QG, yeah, that me

Good gat put her straight to sleep

She suck then she left no lead

Then she gon' wash all of my sheets

I know she ready

Yeah, come here, fuck her steady

Close range, I ain't gon' do no flexin'

You gon' get hit with this weapon

Grammy shit, I got 'em beggin'

Big boy Glock, no Smith & Wesson

Stop and pop like JJ Redick

Knock your shit we shootin' steady

We fell in love with sticks so don't get hit

I'm tryna ice out all my shit while you still worryin' about that bitch

You put your trust in her, yeah, you still lovin' her

But you know that I'm fuckin' her

Big dog, I'm like a Tonka truck, uh, you niggas run her up

I pull up in somethin' tough, I ain't finna talk or fuss

These diamonds hittin' uppercut, big dick, I stick it up her gut

These niggas really under us, that's why they try to come for us

This can get real ugly so boy don't fuck wit' me

This shit sting like a bumblebee

These niggas can't catch up wit' me

You know I want that victory

Me and PG history

She say, "Your voice, it get to me"

I like when she start lickin' me

I'll put her up, no Christmas tree

She wet as fuck, it's slippery

Can't ask us off the list, we on our shit, guess it was meant to be

I fucked her 'til like yesterday

Dick knocked her out, she catch a Z

She act just like her zodiac

This beat I need to let it sleep