[Intro]

(I dont see how you can drive something crazy like that, man)

Yeah, it's a mood

Real Rx, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Baby said, "Who you gon' walk in this bitch like today?"

Walk in this bitch like I'm Flava Flav

Busta Rhymes these big ass chains

Get higher then Wiz on "Paper Planes"

Bitch, I'm higher than a paper plane

Shoot a nigga 'bout my chain like Gucci Mane

These Cartiers, not Gucci frames

Shootin' like the nigga on Notre Dame

Bound to get soaked when you play in the rain

Hundred round Drac', can you stand the reign?

High as fuck like Max Payne

Two guns on me like Max Payne

Pop a 30 when I'm goin' through max pain

Pull up, black Audi like Bruce Wayne

Hit the corner, make that bitch swang

She like, "Put that weed out, that shit stank"

I walk in this bitch like the big bank

I don't drink Yak, I sip drank

Ben Wallace when I'm in the paint

High as fuck when I'm in the bank

Glick hit a nigga and his lil' cousin

AR bigger than DeMarcus Cousins

I dont wear YSL but, bitch, I'm thuggin'

These niggas hatin' like Joe Budden

I really could cook a controlled substance

I really will serve you a whole onion

I'm really in the Audi, hundred miles runnin'

Sport mode, 150, I'm finna gun it

If I gave you a hundred, you still couldn't be a hundred

Chris Brown with the Glock make you runnin'

Let me come in

Baby Drac' sound like it's mumblin'

When he got hit look like he started krumpin'

It's springs in the floor, this bitch jumpin'

Up the Glick if I see him jumpin'

Punch you back-to-back like I'm punch in

.556 go through a nigga crunches

Auntie call me her pumpkin

She owe me fifteen from a bundle

She said, "Pap, let me slide, boy, I love you"

When I'm in the hood, do what I wanna do

Pistol on me, bitch, I'm comfortable

Leave the Audi runnin' 'cause I'm comfortable

It's Bloods on my block, I'm still comfortable

Trey G pulled up in a Benz

I told him let's race and get it in

East Sleeze shootin' dice, told him, "Jump in"

He said, "Fuck that, I rather hit licks"

Whenever I'm in the hood, it get lit

I wish a nigga would think I'ma lit

Up the raw, bust you in ya shit

Fuck 'em all, they can suck a dick

Ballin' on these niggas like Vince

Niggas move like Pac in Above the Rim

Ballin' on these niggas above the rim

Took off my white 1s and put on my Timbs

Swag in my bag, this not drip

I wake up and get fresh as shit

These niggas wake up depressed as shit

Tryna figure out the mess they in

Me and my bitch go through domestic shit

At the end of the day, my bitch is my bitch

Niggas copy everything I did

But real niggas know what the fuck it is