Stepped in, balling

Niggas wish that they could

Uh, still here screaming out

"Don't step on my Bougs"

I'll bring the 'matic, go shoob

Bruck out in this dance

Take a brudda for good

Night night, we still roll around

Ask them niggas "what's good?"

(What's good, blud?

We're just grieving

Do you mind?)

Doing man good

Wish a man would

OTB like Death Row

And Big [?] is like Suge

Skizzy like Snoop

All you bitch niggas shook

But man is like Pac

Right now, they loving my raps

Thug life, check out the tats

And you know I don't fuck with no rats

Snitch boys

All you little pussyholes deserve to get blam

Anyway, fuck that

Real nigga's back, now this shit is a wrap

Tell the plug that I need more bricks

He the one that sponsor my vids

And that new whip

Soon cop me a new wrist

Big money, Switzerland shit

I've got this nigga's bitch on me

Come here, come sit on this dick

Ayy, I'm insane in the brain

I make the 'matic go flame

Bitch nigga, stay in your lane

Young, but I act like my age

What the fuck is man saying?

I said you a nigga like I'm a nigga

But we ain't the same

Ayy, you ain't moved no class A

You pussies probably still shot grade

Fucker, get the fuck out my face

What I'm on, you can't even partake

Peasant, you can't even parlay

Oh, [?] so immaculate

Look at her style, look at her smile

And she got a back with it

Everybody want her

I gotta roll with my strap and shit

Try it

Man'll blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap-blap

(Don't try and move to my ting)

Voice so sweet

Come like she speaking the melody

I can't lie

I love it when she holla me

All the way up in the States

And she don't even bother me

I told her when I touch back

I'm gonna take her on a shopping spree

Oh, baby went and copped some bags

Daddy went and copped some swag

Oops, I mean a brand new Jag

Brand new wrist, nigga, check the tag

Got her ex-man pissed

Introduced her to the life

Now she realised them other little niggas ain't shit

(Say it with your chest, nigga)

Introduced her to the life

Now she realised them other little niggas just pricks

(Now and she thought they was bad, huh?)

Took these niggas' money, they ain't holding no chips (nope)

These niggas make me sick

Fuck it, let me roll up my spliff

Just got a shot for some whiff

Now my brain's on some whole next shit

About time I done copped me a crib

Thinking 'bout my son like

When he gets older, I'ma buy him shit

Better yet

I've gotta [?]

Look at this life I'm living

All my diamonds glistening

Looking like a man on a mission, hands on the mitten

Mittens on Smith &

Both hands on the shh

Come get yourself written (off)

If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him

If I ain't got the smoke, I'll dip him

(Wet him up

I warned you

Happy Halloween, you suckers)