(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)

I already know my gang gone slide, just like Messi

Off the quagy' on a whole different planet like the Jetsons

Demon, baby, I bet that I still go beat shit, Urameshi (Yusuke)

Roll a 3.5 in my backwood, swear to God that I ain't stressin'

I can't cuff that hoe, she fuckin' up my piece that hoe too messy

Oh you curious? Wanna see about my gangsta, **** test it

**** aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot, cause they contested

**** aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot, go sell yo' pistol

Up my ARP, I activate the dead eye, I won't miss you

Off a perc' man my day just feeling blissful

I just caught my opp on lack, so his block I gotta spin through

Bronem' geeked up off them beans like he done popped a hunnid' senzus

On the back I threw a box, I swear the Glock my favorite pistol

Remember times we had to scrape up hella guap, because the rent due

Man, Lil' Chris was in that box, I couldn't talk to him til' Christmas

(Couldn't talk to Lil' Chris, couldn't talk to him)

(Couldn't talk to Lil' Chris, free my brothers cause I miss em)

(Up the fye' and I won't miss, Huh huh, up the fye' and Ha, ha)

Up my fye' he tried to run, that **** got hit with a fully

4-4 bulldog on my hip, this bitch gon' bite just like a bully

**** claimin' that they hard, but bitchin' up, I smell pussy

Young as hell been shot my gun, I swear these **** be some rookies

Put your hand up in my jar, your shit get cut just for them cookies

Momma told me I'm a star, so Rolling Loud gon' have to book me

I'm in Phoenix with my sun, I catch a opp and I D-Book him

I already know my gang gone slide just like Messi

Off the quagy' on a whole different planet like the Jetsons

Demon, baby, I bet that I still go beat shit, Urameshi

Roll a 3.5 in my backwood, swear to god that I ain't stressin'

I can't cuff that hoe she fuckin' up my peace, that hoe too messy

Oh you curious? Wanna see about my gangsta, **** test it

**** aimin' for me, can't even hit they shot cause they contested