(Hey, Chris)

(Hey, Chris)

Mm, mm, big dog, I'm the general

We play that ho like instrumental

He think he a dog, he get put in a kennel

These bitches get passed to the swoop like they pebbles

Glock 19, that bitch act like the devil

Glock 26, this bitch wan' be the devil

I scoop that lil' bitch, she gon' call me a shovel, I'm tellin' you

Bitch-ass ****, they get ate like Ruffles

Two Glocks on me, I'm twice, double

Told my woah come to the team to come get in this huddle

48 on me, I don't wanna hear no rebuttal

Shot that boy, laid that lil' boy in a shack

He wanna die, come touch these racks

Racks on me, junkies, they hooked, I call this shit crack

He said he want smoke, then it's that

7/11, bitch, I shoot craps

I ain't Kevin, I'm lovin' this MAC

Feel like I'm Devin, bookin' these hoes, it ain't nothin'

Pop that boy with the XD, said I'm hot like the sun

The real Oso ain't goin' for nothin'

You ain't finna pop nothin', fuck your gun

Can't even buy a Drac', fire shit, alarm

Call me Baby Whoa, ****, I'm a don

Spin the block again, ****, I ain't done

Chase him with this fire, look like Temple Run

Said I'm Baby Life, she think she my mom

Want smoke with the opps, ain't tryna bring no bong

Got locked up, I had paid that bond

I ain't playin', **** know what's goin' on

Knock a pussy **** out, take his phone

I pull up, I'm on that, yeah

Tell a **** get his phone back

I'm in Chrome like where the chrome at?

Slime hop out and get on your ass

ARP, best believe I'm gon' crash

I'm in a two-door, geeked up, goin' fast

I'm on Percs, huh, lean

Brand-new beam, huh, green

I'll never sip the green

Up all, up all night off two damn beans

"W-why there two seats?" Fuck you mean?

R-r-rob your plug, he too damn green

Slime, slime him, tryna see red

Brand-new bag, drop it on your head

And free my shooter, gon' catch that hat

Woah, woah, woah

****, kick, kick the front door, yeah

Whip the pot with my elbow

Mm, would I cuff a bitch? ****, hell no

You wanna cop the bitch? ****, let go

Jump out the window, ****, it's a pillow case on this stick

Your bitch lookin' at me, ****, might double back and fuck your bitch

**** give me fifty rounds, I bet he missed

**** fell asleep, I walked out with the Tris

Smokin' Backwoods, ****, with Lil Chris

**** think he Mobb, ****, who this is?

**** think he Mobb, ****, I ain't playin', ****

Up that fire, ****, he gon' die

You ain't la familia, see that in your eye

Know my woah Rick with me, he gon' slide

I told the bid stop takin' **** off, ****, I tried

Young Glock got a beam, ****, fuck you mean?

Try me, I'm not shy, pop the ****, left the scene

Wore the Giuseppes, stepped in ice cream

All my opps gon' be dead when I'm nineteen

He scared, pop that **** in his knee

Come try somethin', double dare, ****, you off lean