(Alloutw4r)

(313 Mafia)

Ayy, I run my G's up, now this shit I'm doin' far from average

I'm fresh out the kitchen, I just bust a bookie out the wrapper

And I was broke, now I'm havin', I got all my bitches braggin'

We put the phones in rotation, they think we in here playin' Madden

And I got Trish, Pai, and Wock' in the same cup

It's Big Steff from 64th, remember me from buyin' double up?

And I'ma stand on they ass, they know we up, they can't fuck with us

And I can't hit 'em all, I pass hoes off like let my brother fuck

Ayy, rich ****, they got me feeling cocky, I'ma stand on all ten

Fuckin' with that puppy chow, I had to let my dog in

And I don't care who take the shot, just make sure we all win

And I been booked up on them shows, but I still got dog in

Down bad, on my knees, on my knuckles, I was crawlin'

Show for show, feat' for feat', alopecia, bitch, I'm ballin'

Couldn't find no drank, early morning, in my beater on the toilet

No trip tonight, I'm pourin' pint, bro, just be there to record it

Bad lil' bitch, what Skilla say? You gorgeous

My ice on this chest, I be done got frostbit

This month, I spent a fifty and bought two enforcement

I'm ridin' with a baby, put this baby in a carseat

Mm, Bimmer, Audi, Benz, my driveway like a car meet

I couldn't find no Trish, my ****, this a Par pink

Mm, tried too expensive, my boy, you gotta start cheap

We outside with this shit, boy, this bag big as an RV

Ayy, my bag big as Nikki Parker, huh (This a big bag)

Bendin' through the south with good fent', I got more heads than your favorite barber

Ayy, it came soft, watch me get it harder

Runnin' through this book, I could've been an author (Yeah)

Hmm, I'm runnin' with this bird, bitch, I'm like an ostrich (Bitch, I'm like an ostrich)

Hmm, I'm runnin' to them 'bows, they way down in Compton (Down in Compton)

Mm, I'ma beat that boy like that boy adopted

Ayy, my ****, on that stove, I'm just like a locksmith (I'm just like a locksmith)