2006

(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

Tryna slap all these 'bows like I'm—

My **** Big Mike in this bitch rollin' so hard (Yeah, Yung Sak Runner)

Yung Sak Runner (Man, yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna slap all these 'bows like I'm Will Smith (Slappin' shit)

This a Glock 17, it got a kill switch (Glock 17)

Took a fifty-band loss, but we still rich

We the sixty-dollar boys, all seal shit

I don't listen to his music, I don't feel shit

You only sent for three days, you gon' still snitch (Three days)

So many blues in my pocket, I feel like a Crip (Like a Rolling Crip)

A **** reach for this chain, I'm comin' off my hip (Comin' off my hip)

Dropped a deuce in my pop, two-hundred-dollar zips (Two-hundred-dollar zips)

We be taxin' for the 'za like 2006

I'm up early every day, I work first shift

Lil' bro high off them pills, he got a Perc' itch (Bro so high in there)

Ranbo owed me an FN, the police searched it (Ranbo owed me)

She got a BBL on her, told her twerk it (Told her—)

Uh, this a sixty-dollar eighth, I'ma terp it (Sixty dude)

I be runnin' to that bag like it's urgent (Like it's urgent)

Don't sell that white **** no dope, that **** workin' (That **** workin')

**** mad 'cause they broke and they hurtin' (**** broke as hell)

They hit his ass with that switch, they close the curtains (They hit his dumb ass)

I got so much chicken on me, I work for Church's (Church's Chicken)

You ain't never had a fifty, ****, merch it

Have my OG outside of your crib out there lurkin' (Shotty did)

**** really don't want smoke, **** sweet

I'll put some bands on some ****' head if it's beef

Lil' bro just sold thirty-somethin' 'bows, it took a week (Yeah)

I'm a Northside **** how I creep

Just tell you know, you the type of **** country, you a creep

Bitch, I'm runnin' up that money like I'm Meech

Lil' bro made thirty in the morning, got me geeked (Got me geeked as hell)

Made a hundred on that L, LSP (LSP)

He be talkin' on the 'net, we gon' see (We gon' see)

Dropped a four in my pop, now I'm sleep

You better cut that bitch off, she a leech (She a leech)

I just rolled four grams in a leaf (In a leaf)

**** ain't even got more money than my niece (On my mama)

I'm a motherfuckin' wolf, you a sheep

Thirty Beecher **** in the party, yeah, we deep, huh

Ten bands, all blues on me, got it neat (Got it neat as hell)

Why you kissin' on that bitch? She a freak (Ugh)

I ain't gotta pay, bro'd catch it for the free (For the free)

I ain't had to pay, she just threw it, it was free (It was free)

She was throwin' that shit, ****, that shit free, you tryna beef over that bitch, boy

Better stop tryna beef over that slut

We get money, ****, LSP, ****

You know what the fuck goin' on, got Detwan Love in the booth with me

Slap five shit, yeah

Gang, gang, LSP forever, ****, long live Skino, fuck boy

He was never 'bout a sealed pack

Cheap-ass ****

Come on the bow, get fapped, fap, fap, fap

Dumbass

Know what the fuck goin' on, YSR shit, free Drich, free the gang, boy