I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill

I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal

I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'

Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal

I know that some time passed but I still got no feel

Sometimes I be high as hell stylin' shit, got no chill

I just smoke that real shit exotic, don't pop no pills

He got no kills but he call himself a shooter, I think he confused

I just walked out of the jeweler, AP Mueller on my wrist, bitch

If he talkin' get that Glock and that's a quick fix

Blitz that boy like this shit madden, get hit with that hit stick

I just got that switch, now my blick automatic

Just like my whip, fuck a stick shift

Runnin' outta bullets, get that clip, I guess I gotta extend it, like bet

Gasoline all on the bed

Hollow tips in the magazine, keep one in the head

Playin' possum they just play dead

I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill

I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal

I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'

Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal

He talkin' like this shit funny, get up off my dick

Walk up to me, get no dap, always on some shit

They so sick, always hatin' on me, they wish they was Slick

But don't trip, said I ain't trippin', nah

I don't need no stitch for my lip, nah

Got that Glock, just tatted my back

On my shit now, juggin' since a jit

Keep that blick now, right inside my backpack with this MAC-10

I don't do no tit for tat, he gon' end up in a casket

I shoot out the window and turn that boy to roadkill

I stand on my money now and look like Shaquille O'neal

I just made like 1, 2, 3 bands, made like 4 mil'

Tote around that case of money, Deal or No Deal