Why you goin' up, Rihanna

Ayy, Chris, this shit crazy

Outta traffic, no, we outside every day

Now we ain't lackin, big-ass chopper, we ride with K

We love the drip, we kill it sober, ain't gotta be fake

Don't try to run, cause you can't run, but bro, I'm chasin

Back home, bro, he in the Feds, we gotta see how he doin

Got kicked out of school when I was young, next time I'm battin' from the town

Cut that bitch off or all these bitches gone

Think about your family, cause a **** will come and get it

She can't wait till I'm up, six figures on bra, I'm ridin' bulletproof

He brought it by my sack, cause he love this bitch just like a hoodlum

Every time I'm in the motherfuckin' stuntin, this ain't no regular lot

If you were my ****, what'd it do? Cause all the guys, they shit

Slippin' out a red light, he swerves and crash the car

We get active, we get active, 21, I'm hangin' with Sammy

I ain't only hangin' for his, not for his chest, we tryna hit his cabin

Let's get it on, right now, ****

Ain't sendin' low, I'll come to you, we quick to find it

You know he quits, ****, bitch, he in the crib, he keep on havin' it

If he pop out savage, that's his ass on, bro, he frownin

If it ain't for him, I ain't gon' do it on, bro, I ain't signin' it

I'm tryna see that brand goin' up for sure, for just keep grindin

This shit don't feel right, cause bro ain't here right by our side

Don't mind, bro, all them nights when we was bull in the store slide