Bring it to me, boy!

All I need is a couple crash-out boys and I can send a blitz

Bro and Mary, Michael, Mary, that shit old, bitch, I like Rick

Super trim, Caddy, V.A., hit the gas, bitch, supercharged, really him

7-6, pushin' that button, hit the car, got

If I did the dead, bitch, I might make the song cry

Free Lil' P-Ski, Tali P-Ski, stand on B-Ski, that's what I got

I just geeked up off a G6, G2-2, I got it on me

Turkey butter up on the back, I pepperoni cook your homie

No Diddy, Slotty Johnny, no Kizzy

We just biffed the scat, that bitch came with his Disney (Stashbox)

I put boxes in my whips and I put switches on my glocks

You gon' shake some, I gon' take some

Tap that button, go erase some

Bro smoke a hop so he got lace blunts

Haven't talked to my Orishas 'til my day come

I know L.A. go out, gon' re-arrive and resurrect me, ain't none

Like a meatball, put a switch, now I playin' b-ball

You pop out with your switch and not your gang game, let your heat up

30 shots for y'all, the two-oh-twenty-three

In the backseat, all the pass, I shoot my shot straight from the three

Hit the gas, this bitch go fast, this pussy start, don't need a kick

Walk him down

I feel like Brown Brown with the heat