[Verse 1]

Aye

Skeet skerting, rollin' down your motherfucking block mane

Double S Impala, steady glidin' on them gold thangs

Chopped & screwed your bitch

Make that hoe jump outta frame

Young player riding through your city, mobbin' UGK

Gold coffin, gator boots, dipped inside that kitten suit

Pinky ring, Platinum chain, pushin' 7s, do my thing

Gold rope, lex chrome, play the fucking tech

If a busta run his mouth, don't even tryna disrespect

Ima hang that motherfucker from the golden gate

Pistol packin' never lackin' cause it's murder to the 1st degree

Ana got me trippin', plottin up another killing spree

Fucking with the entity, now your ass can believe

Ouija are you with me?

Give me some of redrum

Creepin' through the darkness when '87, let's have some fun

Inside peanut butter, outside Jelly

Suicide doors on the boxtop chevy

[Verse 2]

Aye

Roll me up a blunt, it filled up with kush and sippin' some bo

Riding slow, poppin' some ghosts, I'm making some money but gunning fo' more

Aye

Now tell your bitch to leave me alone

I'm gettin' so sick

She all on my dick

She want me to hit

But a pimp like me don't love no bitch

I cry diamond tears, I'm rolling up on a prescription

I'm counting digits

Fucking women, live my life like a villain

I'm stuntin' deadly

Gun precision, ride around up in my drop top

Real players never flip flop

Making money to the tip top

Rolling up on that purple passion, pop my collar, do my thing

Sittin' sideway, swervin' in n' out that motherfucking lane

G59, don't play no shit, you bound to get your wig split

Mobbin' through your fucking hood, I make your hoe my bottom bitch

Gankin' every sucker, stangin every busta in my sight

Lurking through the fucking cuts and end your life by the night

Young player from the himalayas, walk around in my fucking gators

Makin' moves on my fucking haters, don't fuck around with my fucking paper