[Intro]

Six7 on the beat

Yeah, go

Haha, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

We hit the plug, then we ran off and start jugging

We upping Glocks on everybody mugging

Tell the plug bring the pints in by the dozens

Me and the plug cool, thought we were cousins

I see 'em watching, they keeping tabs

They tryna see what I got, do the math

They don't even know I spent five on some Rafs

They don't even know my head high like giraffe

Nut in her mouth then I'm kicking her out

We pushin' up to see what you talk 'bout

Been fucking hoes even before the clout

Pints in the fridge, pull 'em out in the drought

They think I'm older cause I gave 'em game

That bitch got famous, I gave her a name

RIP Mom, bitch ain't nothin' lame

RIP Jason, he gave me that thang

Ride with that shit every day 'cause they want me

Think I'ma be broke in 10 years bitch, I won't be

Stay to myself but I want beef

Ain't got money, I don't want beef

These niggas bitch, they be talkin' to police

Trap out the spot, your ho name on the lease

Tired of the 'Vette, finna go get a Jeep

Trap out the phone, when it ring it go beep

Yah, I roll that motherfucking gas up

Bought her the twin thirty, stay spittin' gas up

Damn, I'm feeling good 'cause I got it

Yeah, I only roll Backwood exotics

Double-S-G, I'll die for that shit

Try to send a ho, you gon' die with that bitch

Keep it a hundred, a rack, I won't switch

A rack ain't enough, that ain't even a 'fit

Bitch I need ten-ten, big ass watch on my arm like Ben-10

Had a young nigga in bushes, he blend in

You supposed to be in a hole for somethin' you been did

Boy you gon' die, your door getting kicked in

I wasn't there, I was somewhere out of state

That was a hotel, she don't know where I stay

I ride with the K, niggas know we don't play

Spent a bag on the skinnies, nigga, ain't nothing gay

I rock the Gucci, tote that Desert Eagle

Chop with an eye, like to eat people

Niggas be tryna be me, we ain't equal

I'ma get head from that bitch and eat seafood

Chasin' the bag, never chasin' a ho

Talk too much, put the beam to his throat

Make sure the lick is a green, it's a go

Make sure they got pints of lean and the dough

Make sure we there, when nobody knows

Twelve gauge, somebody in here, let's blow

Nobody move, everybody on the floor

Look for everything, make sure we score

You know I'm official, gotta play this

Ride with the Glock in my city, I hate it

Don't get mad at your bitch 'cause she ate it

I turned her up, that bitch used to be basic