[Intro]

BB on the beat

Sosa on the beat

[Verse 1]

Bank rolls I can see my future full of bank rolls

CSG the gang yeah we use to rock the same clothes

Pulled up on the same hoes

One up I got aim hoe

Rubber keep that thing close

Hold up it’s the gang show

I just hit a lick now he screaming where ma chain go

Counter full of bricks

Fuck the law I can’t go Django

All my niggas strapped

They like what you need a bang for

Rolled in by a strap got it beaming through his peephole

Solo got the Mack I just bought my desert eagle

Ever since a young man ma flow shit been illegal

All up in ma business put some lotion on em knees hoe

[?] by the ocean got her watching where the weed grow

Choking while I'm smoking

Ride fast like a speed boat

Focus why you loping nigga

Where the fuck your team go

Left ma old bitch shawty kept her self esteem low

Slow on yellow but on green

I swear my whole team go

I just need a shawty with a dream and a mean flow

Free all of my niggas out them chains and them jean coat

Chucky bitch you know I do my thing when I'm single

Shout out show my shawty got a job to put her jeans on

I make all my dope white on the streets I see them phines on

Book me for a show I let you know my whole team going

Shawty looking for a track I did for her the single

I need me a shawty and a [?] to put a ring on

Bitches thinking cause a nigga rap I make it rain on em

Ay ay, solo rapping nigga

Wa did do fool, look

[Verse 2]

When the feds try and bag us

We ain’t matching niggas names

Fuck that twitter beef we go start snatching niggas chains

They selling wet work like they trapping in the rain

If you ain’t plugged there

Then they taxing for them things

Still I get half for half

I'm a smoker not a shooter

But don’t get this rap shit twisted

You want smoke then I’ma shoot ya

Head shots how I’ma do ya

My men they bout that action

They don’t give a fuck about beefing

Damn sure don’t give no fucks bout rapping

They ain’t frapping they just clapping

Can’t even keep em cool

My nigga Ty be lurking he be geeked to pull a move

And that move might be you looking sweet as butter

Might have been my man before

But I'm a [?] mother fucker

But my good man still my good man

Won’t change on em for nothing

Ain’t beefin over bitches we just beef when niggas bluffin

Ain’t no calling truce or squashing shit

No type of discussion we just pulling up on niggas

Hopping out and give the [?]

Niggas running and ducking they tryna dodge this chopper

My money spend on lawyers

They money spend on doctors

When I get rich ima leave the streets for something proper

But shit, up until then it’s anything to get a dollar

Dollar dollar dollar