[Hook]

I'm on Largo road, nigga right there

Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there

You can look but baby please do not stare

Got them fishes like a motherfucking bear

Get more ass than a motherfucking chair

Since a kid, been a motherfucking player

Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer

[Verse 1]

Largo road, turned that shit to Decatur

Come out the cut, just like a cicada

My choppa bakery yeah I got them flavors

Learned young that you can't do no favors

It's crazy cause your main bitch is my favorite

Good pussy but no I cannot save it

Allah is the only one that I'm praising

In the psych ward, hell yeah a nigga crazy

I was really on them jail yards with the murderers and the prisoners

If you talking bout them real niggas, then I swear to God you gotta mention us

My bitch said "Q da fool boy you gotta stop smoking on that angel dust"

And I don't really fuck with no nigga but Smith and Wesson hell yea I trust

No snitching, no statements, no lectures

I smell pussy, hell yeah I'm bout to press him

That draco, that's my pretty bitch, I'm bout to dress her

In the trap, all we got is stoves, pots and them dressers

Bitch I'm known to bring that pressure, I can't tote it if it ain't extra

I'm talking green grits and cheddar

Dropped out, trap taught me how to measure

[Hook]

I'm on Largo road, nigga right there

Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there

You can look but baby please do not stare

Got them fishes like a motherfucking bear

Get more ass than a motherfucking chair

Since a kid, been a motherfucking player

Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer

[Verse 2]

If he faking nigga point him out

Talk about guns, bitch I bring em out

You talking too much, nigga watch your mouth

If he got the bricks, I'm bout to watch his house

Still can't believe I trusted a mouse

But when I found out, that nigga dotted out

He bout to spend a payment, nigga I doubt

Dirty guns got that shit from the south

Go Go I make them 223's bounce

It's crazy what a nigga did off a ounce

I want every dollar nigga I swear that shit counts

Start catching bodies, then I learned how to count

If I got the trap, I swear that I don't need shit

Brown shit inside the bottle, nigga that ain't Brisk

Not a key, not a pitcher, but I got a wrist

Broad day light fuck it man let's take a risk

Chain eight bricks, step on that work nigga A-town shit

Beat a murder charge, cross that shit off my list

Bust down the brick, then I bust down my wrist

Being sneaky made a young nigga rich

Go to H Town, guess his ass took a trip

Two fingers in the air, make that shit twist

Rich shooter but that boy never miss

[Hook]

I'm on Largo road, nigga right there

Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there

You can look but baby please do not stare

Got them fishes like a motherfucking bear

Get more ass than a motherfucking chair

Since a kid, been a motherfucking player

Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer