Ay, what the fuck is wrong with these ****? Uh

Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these ****, uh

In the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, ****

Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' ****

No lie, every **** 'round me, yeah, they gon' fire

Don't try, FN five-seven rippin' your spine

Homicide, ain't nobody see shit but them bullets fly

Bullets fly, I'ma drop a body before I drop a dime

No time for these maggot bitches that play both sides

No diamonds in my plain Jane, my wrist a gold mine

Bitch, I drip-drip, I need a wet floor sign

Bitch, I cash out every time, don't need a co-sign

Motherfuck that, I got hella racks

Bitch, back-back, watch these **** savin' hoes

They need to save up some racks

I might work a ho, 'cause, yeah, you know I'm a mack

Pull up, Eldorado 'Lac

Turnt to the max

Never been a punk ****, always kept a strap

Yeah, I'm fastest for his gun, young **** runnin' up that check

Yeah, I'll take him out, bitch, I'll strike you out, who next at bat?

Huh? He say he fuckin' with me

What the fuck is wrong with these ****? Uh

Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these ****, uh

In the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, ****

Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' ****

My wrist a gold mine, ohh

Yeah, it's a fire in the booth

This young **** the truth

I'm smoking on forbidden fruit

And it smell, just like a poot

I'm a lion in the coupe

Have you seen a lion shoot?

Get out of line than I do

(Fire, fire) who are you, ****?

The fuck is wrong with these ****? Uh

Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these ****, uh

In the street for real, I keep that chrome on me, ****

Yeah, this industry ain't none but full of phony lil' ****

The fuck is wrong with these ****? Uh

Is wrong with these ****

The fuck is wrong with these ****? Uh

Tell the truth, I ain't tryna do no song with these ****, nah