(AJ, they're so gangster)

If Big Wayne ain't record a mix machine (yeah)

I don't want you touching my shit (alright)

Brr, bitch

You know I'm on my shit, yeah, yeah

Catch you, pop out with a Glizzy, it used to be a Smithy (baow)

Run 'em down and doin' nags to pull up gang, we left a shit

And **** squeezin'

How the fuck you put the beeper in my Bimmer?

In a room, I never told, I came home, bitch, I'm a seeker

You know I'm like the wolves and steppers

Billy Brown like they some peppers

Boy, your brain not get a discount, five bands, but that's a special

Got a sale in every hood, drama with no bitch is good

How I play up thug and scott and pot, I play up in that wood

On a verse, bitch, I ain't texting, I take upon the smoke

And my plug know I'm a seeker tryna front the whole load

Two whole days, I get it off the way, my mama, she a vulture

She a real trapper, if I get locked up, she come and bail me off

Put on tees and ladies say that's what I wear like every day

Up on fresh, do you know I gotta get a front way filler?

If a **** popped my shit like Bobby Wagner, send the blick

Don't wanna fuck that ho, I cool the sway, yo' hos might get me sick

She got the cheese tits, I don't wanna hit that ho

But if she fresh, I might call, hike and pass it to my bro

You on that green, I'm on that trish, so this shit got me moving slow

She's like LaPluto, you can't stay, lil' ho, you gotta hit the dough, on gang

You know that motherfuck shit over, gon' get put up in a tone

Shout-out to no face, one shit down, and for that bag, he pull up on me

Fuckin' that pan, can't rub, **** can't say I wasn't a ho

**** mad we took his polar, **** mad we took his ho

You in the filthy tat, collect you from the bleachers, get his ass

Catch his bitch fuckin' the opp, oh, yeah, we do that shit fresh

In the Raq, we got the pop shot, a lot of sound, she gave the drop

I've got JK tried to clap, somethin' but the ARP ain't lock

I've got JK tried to clap, somethin' but the ARP ain't lock