I be sayin' thank you, what is work?

If I take the road and I can make a killin' with the purp', yeah

My plug just stashed a million off the work

We caught lil' dog in a white tee with his mans on it, ripped him off his shirt

And we'd never see a drought, we livin' off the earth

I took girly to the crib, I'm tryna fuck him, liftin' up her shirt

I already know where doggy live, let's see who get it first

I just copped a Glock, it got a twin, I wanna see him twerk

Don't run up on me trippin', I'll blank out and put you in the dirt

We'd drop by on a ****, tear the block up, and put you in a hearse

You be sittin' on old work, I got a new bird

I fucked girly, she scream out anything, she make new words

Yeah, I'm finna go see if the block jumpin'

**** broke, they'd call you for some work, but they don't cop nothin'

If I pull the toolie out, it ain't for show, I bet I pop somethin'

Just copped a new XD, came with a switch, it got a notch button

Just copped a new XD came with a switch, it got a notch on it

Just pistol whipped my cousin, they wanna kill him, I put knots on him

And if I ever leave the crib, I got a knot on me

I got some shit that'd take your head off, this ain't a Glock on me

I know a **** who was kinda born stupid, he said he cop stollies

Shit, I bet you the type to call the cops on me

This bitch just called my phone askin' where the dope, I got a lot on me

Lil' girly tryna fuck, she said, "Bring rubbers", I got a box on me

I just left the crib without the chop, now the mop lonely

Lil' girly been gettin' fucked since age sixteen, she got a thot trophy

The ice might just give you pneumonia but it is not frozen

My dog done caught ten bodies with one gun so his Glock goated

I just popped a lil' Perc 30 but I am not rollin'

My dog just pulled up on me in a Trackhawk and it is not stolen

I got white fallin' through the city, but it is not snowin'

I just hit a half a slab, I got the pot glowin'

I just hit a half a slab, I got the pot movin'

I can probably make an eighty when it lock up, see what the pot doin'

I'm finna post up shop all day and night, I'm in the lot coolin'

And in this life I live, I seen a lot, bro, I am not stupid

And I can't give you this for half the price, bro, I cannot do it

Just hit a **** drank with thin Karo, no, he cannot use it

This bitch been on her knees for half her life, she got thot bruises

I've been cuttin' dope since I was six, I got chop bruises

Yop, yeah, I got chop bruises

You better play this shit and whack a ****, this kill-an-opp music

I probably taught you somethin' you think you know, it's still a lot to it

I probably taught you somethin' you think you know, but you cannot do it

I'm on the way to the stash house to put the guap up

If you step on work, just do it right and make it lock up

This **** was talkin' crazy inside his songs, he got boxed up

And everybody geeked his head up until he got touched

**** be on the 'net flashin' a stick like who ain't got guns?

They know who run the hood, we shoot shit, we make cops run

And I ain't really into shit but killin' opps fun

I ain't gon' speak on anything I did, I get a lot done