Nah, it's mama know you made a hit

I was down and out and you ain't thank the cops

(Bang me up, check)

I'm playin' D and ballin'

Ayy, I was down and out and you ain't thank the cops

We got four straps to this car, we playin' D and ballin'

Now we ridin' 'round smokin' on rough and Willie so I'm smilin'

Told mama I don't need no job and I'm out here stallin'

Lil' cases spinnin' head to they fire, he slang that sticky wallet

Since a lil' kid know how I be bein' just like I'm Miley Cyrus

Ayy, bro the snatcher hats, we on point everywhere we go

Lotta lil' hoes on my back, but 'cause I'm Shaq, I'm finna scope

Extra magazines, extra clips

I'ma fuck you for a while, but don't lay down, I'm finna dip

Still cheers, she give me power, this bitch wild, she wanna sip

She the baddest out the scene, she ride lil' queen, not like her lips

I get clean like Prince Naveen, I go designer, I got drip

No, they ain't got no heart, them bullets rip apart that lip

Rip apart that lip, rip apart that lip

They ain't got no heart, them bullets rip apart that lip

And you wasn't here from the start, now I'm ballin' and you here

We can throw a party, ballin', done, make shit clear

Say I don't wanna win, I already won, but playin' still

Ayy, I was down and out and you ain't thank the card

We got four straps to this car, we playin' D and ballin'

Now we run 'round smokin' on, from Willie to my smilin'

Told mama I don't need no job and I'm out here stallin'

Lil' cases spinnin' head to they fire, he slang that sticky wallet

Since a lil' kid know how I be bein' just like I'm Miley Cyrus

Ayy, broke the snatchin' hats, we on point everywhere we go

Now the lil' hoes on my back because I'm Shaq on Finusco

Run 'round smokin' with Willie, from Willie to my smilin' ****

I was down and out and you ain't thank the card

You ain't thank the card