[Intro]

Cash

Laughing

Khroam on the beat

[Verse]

Run up on me, then you die

Two bad bitches, and they both bi

One from Connecticut, one from Duabi

Kick them bitches out, didn't say bye

You ain't got racks, why do you lie

Shoot his ass up, now he expired

You ain't a trapper, you just a liar

Glocks out, if you tryna try us

Make an opp run, like a trackmeet

Your bitch, wanna suck up on me

Walking 'round with a tool up on me

Flexin' hard with no degree

You say I'm broke, I disagree

I'm up on top, you can't compete

Passin' my Glock to Icey

Passin' a cup to Luxi

If you survive you lucky

Like DJ Khaled, my bro got the key

Always stuntin' so they lookin' at me

Eyes low, I'm smokin' on tree

Got the cash, all up in my jeans

Kickin' shit, bitch I'm with my team

A.J. pouring up a 12 of the lean

She wanna fuck, when I'm on a bean

Pull on the scene

With a Glock with a beam

Flexin' hard on your team

Phelps shootin' for me

Daley shootin' for me

All my shooters shoot for me

Kickin' shit, Jet Li

Why they tryna be me

Got clips like TV

Smoking on the good tree

Yellow gold, like pee

I'm the real M.V.P

You cannot compare to me

Your bitch she follow me

Glock it got a beam

Your girl off a bean

She wanna fuck with me

She wanna fuck my team