[Intro]

Grrtttt, Gang, Bentley what?

(16 In This Bitch, 16 In This Shit)

[Chorus]

Brodie called me like "Doggy, we got a situation"

Heard these niggas watching face, they mad, and they can’t take it

If she put her hands in these Amiris, hella blue faces

Free them demons out the can, ain’t comin' home, some done blew cases

I was born with finesse, (finesse) watch me ball and collect (collect)

I done got me a check, ain’t no rookie a vet (a vet)

Fucked his bitch now he vexed, cuz these diamonds is wet

I don't talk on the net, walk the .40 my pet

[Verse]

Controlling the streets no remote, it’s heavy this 40 I tote

First class won’t catch me in coach, spent ya stash only on a coat

Got bands they already know my mans got shooters on go Coolie jawn she liking the flow, got disciples they call me the Pope (are you dumb?)

Baby come fuck wit a Bentley (wit a bentley)

We smacked now I’m up in her belly, was geeked off the perky and Jenny

Cross em up hit him wit the jelly, in the field I feel like I’m Melly Bentley the gang it’s in order, I smoke the Runtz by the quarter Gang, I got the juice the sauce they need it

Always approve, these pieces reading

Duffing the reggie it started bleeding

Polo like Kel and I’m like Kenan, we be in foreigns shits be speeding, shots to his face cuz he was preein'

Talking hot them shells gon pick em, woo that’s my number one victim

Getting them works and she kick 'em, sending them shots right at

He know his name, if the body would drop I’m the one they would blame

Bullets like showers I’m heavy on rain no gta baby this ain’t a game

Beefing with me, it’s like smoking on flocka, Free my dawg P man he really a shotta

He won’t resist if he see him an oppa, bad yellow jawn and she callin me papa

Heard he was telling, he turn to a coppa, it got a beam yea this Ruger would spot ya

Black Mexican man, they callin me plugga, bag is extended that’s word to my mother

Hit from the back I do not wanna cuddle, hit it then skrtted, you smelling the rubber

I think I nutted all over her covers, telling the stories I laughed with my brothers

Back to the bread the waves we on them, watching my pockets fuck it we on em

These hollows would hit him You know he a goner cash out the breesh early flight in the morning

[Chorus]

Brodie called me like "Doggy, we got a situation"

Heard these niggas watching face, they mad, and they can’t take it

If she put her hands in these Amiris, hella blue faces

Free them demons out the can, ain’t comin' home, some done blew cases

I was born with finesse, watch me ball and collect

I done got me a check, ain’t no rookie a vet

Fucked his bitch now he vexed, cuz these diamonds is wet

I don't talk on the net, walk the .40 my pet (gang)