Ayy, pipe up hood, Rich

Y'all

SMT, AMG shit, ****

Long live Bop, Long live P

Long live the gang, free the gang, man

Hit the ground

Hit through O'Fallon with that brrrr and make shit hit the ground

Glock Ten mil MOS with the grip, this bitch a clear the crowd

C-Bucks tried to come up ando hit the switch, turned him around

Mobiles slappin' that shit, feel good when you built it from the ground

Fifteen bucks, I just made that on Wednesday and I cannot lounge

Shreve been my hood, this ain't your hood, lil' ****, you out of bounds

Dumb as fuck ways to shoot my switch and he was out of rounds

Snatched a geek from Baldwin hella far, but she still comin' down

Can't hit me with the runaround, the type to keep a gun around

Tried to trail the whip, I told Lil Maji, hop out gun him down

Lil Mick got hit up in his neck and now he smell like something foul

Maserati Four-pipe, hit the sport button, then start to growl

Hit through Seven-Four, ain't see a soul, that shit be hella dry

Thought T.B. was playin', hit the switch, Kali caught one to the eye

Hit a opp bitch at the crib, she dropped the low, we all gon' die

Oops, I lied, only that bitch and them **** had got shot

Nate just called, he said he comin' down with like 13

All these **** out here jammin' weed, bitch, I'm servin' Beans

Moto Mart To Pick And pull To .55, look for them fiens

Route the head down Chambers, turn on Royal, that's my favorite route Line shit in the O, but at the same time, lot of shit on the south

Like Curry said, my nana know what I'm on, chop not in the couch

Hang with that boy and his daddy told, you hangin' with a mouse

Hella bold, I route my tweeks and buck him down in front your house