Dre C in the building

Brrr

Grraow, grraow

You already know how the fuck I'm coming

You already know how the fuck I'm running

Alright, come on (come on)

Uh

Bitch, hands up, get down on the floor

I am the bureau right down to your nose

20-inch side of the clip when I'm dumping the gin

I ain't missing more bullets than foes

16 up in his chest, probably touch up his neck

So he probably need more down the road

Off of some big booty bitches in back of my van

That emotion back when I was broke

They come and picture my vision

Had dreams of me doing this shit back when I was this little

He acting tough on the 'net, not the same one the person

I guess he got caught on the pickle

He got a taste of the brick, now I think he addicted to this

So you know he gon' deal him

You want a spicy amount too hot

Let me turn this shit down, or it just might kill him

Get out the way or the smoke coming through

Stack up the dollars to collect all the blues

Give me the ball, and I'm hogging, ain't passing

I'm styling, step back, and you know I'ma shoot

Hit him with nine in the body

Andre Iguodala, a 30 just gave him the boost

ARP hit like a missile

I break down the fort, and I'm swapping out all of they loot

Come on

I'm standing on business, you should pay attention

Quit all them posting at me in your mentions

My OG still in the pen'

When he get out again, I'ma show him his son, I got richer

Free brodie out of the can, he been serving that sentence and he not the **** who did it

Fuck around, send him a chicken, now he got some digits and Sally done-

Come here, baby, let me fuck you again

That pussy too good, she ain't let me in

Yeah, I know I'm kinda toxic, but I ain't tryna argue

Lay down, put your face in the bed

Now I be popping my collar, I know I'm the hardest

She love all the shit I be saying

I heard her boyfriend be rapping, but she don't bump none of his music

She play me instead, come on

Turn that shit off, get the fuck off the aux

Ain't finna sit here and listen to bots

I'm 10-4 when I walk out of Sacs, I got too many bags

I don't even know what I cop

I might spend a bit on her jacket and wear it one time

And return it right back at the shop

She sayin' I'm cheap as the fuck 'cause I don't wanna trick

And the bitch will just-

Get out the way or the smoke coming through

Stack up the dollars to collect all the blues

Give me the ball, and I'm hogging, ain't passing

I'm styling, step back, and you know I'ma shoot

Hit him with nine in the body

Andre Iguodala, a 30 just gave him the boost

ARP hit like a missile

I break down the fort, and I'm swapping out all of they loot, c'mon

You already know what the fuck going on

You already know how the fuck I'm coming