[Intro]

Ayy, nigga, for life, nigga

Big 4L

Whole lotta shit, ayy

[Verse]

K's in the living room, Glocks in the kitchen

This belt for my blicky and not for my britches

I'm still on the drum, my tape hit a million

Clean up they pissy ass block, Penicillin

Top of the job, was standing on business

Tilt that lid down when you bangin' that glizzy

For big blow them holdin' shit down

He bangin' that brim, he's up, so I ain't low

And I ain't no drinking no Henny no mo'

I love the yellow, it have me in slow-mo

Go mo', funky, the smell of the coco

Feel like Cam, put the ice in the bowl

Run with some shooters like I'm Villanov'

She want my cash, but that is a no-no

Hot on the bros, ridin' horse in the Polo

Slime bangin' that five

Ocho, cinco, cinco, ocho

No auto, he's shootin' like Tracy McGrady

My loc, he loco, he loco, he crazy

Fuck with them zones and I'll fuck on them hazy

Don't be stiff, come and rock shit hazy

I know if I hit 'em, the grin on my face

Got another guy hit, how the fuck can I thank them?

Fuck with these niggas, I been fuckin' up paper

(Why the fuck I'm doing that?) Go

Boogie don't beef so there's two on his belt

Could've been three, but he went by himself

My .223 the shit if I ever gon' step

Strikin' the racks, watchin' it melt

Nosy-ass niggas got ears of a owl

Fuckin' a opposite bitch, still grippin', don't step

Can't let a wack bitch give me five dollars so I'm shootin' around (Go)

All of them youngins, they ready

To start a whole fourteen, he think he on Addy's

I hope he can catch, Dante Pettis

This drummer hold forty-nine plus two added

Might take a X, man, don't hand me no Addy

I don't like all that textin', you droppin' the addy

Don't like all that textin' if you ain't droppin' the addy

Don't like all that textin' if you ain't droppin' the addy, uh

O-One more take, drop, then it's back to Cat Daddy

The place said it ain't droppin' it back into plastic

Hit it, hit it like I'm from the 8-pack

Hit it, hit it like it came from the Bay

Rack City, City, put them racks in your face

8-Ball gang, straight out the 8

Collectin' some change straight out the gate

You can find you a lane if you go out of state

I-I need a crib with a crib with a lake

I need a bitch with a bitch, call her bae

I-I need a crib with a crib with a lake

I need a bitch with a bitch, call 'em bae

Ain't divorcin' my cannon, ain't no 'Riah Carey

Bullets buff as a bitch, call 'em crew, Terry

Collect in her mouth like the tooth fairy

White bitch love to act like she Drew Barrymore, uh

[Outro]

Bitch, I'm the shit, I came straight up out they asshole

Asshole, asshole, asshole

Asshole, asshole