Yuh, hop out the cut just like Rambo

Them bullets gon fly in this bitch

Them shots be exposing like you getting cancelled

That drank got me geeked, got me fucked up

Stop fuckin round, go get your bucks up

We sweeping up your career, getting moped up

My shooters cutting that boy out the picture, donating his life like a Box-Top

I just be counting these racks, racks, racks, I can't get enough

Give that boy a whoopin, put belt to ass, ass, ass, we fuckin em up

Yeah, put that lil boy in a spliff when I fill up the room with that smoke

My swag on some old head shit, that shit really dope

Fuck a lil handout, you better just cope

Yeah, lil bitch I'm not kidding

They biting my sound, these boys is my children

Keep up with that shit when I walk in the buliding

It's fuck what you think, and fuck how you feeling

Yeah, we don't give no fucks

Speak on my name, and it's finna be up

We going full charge in that bitch

Finna go stomp that boy out in my Ricks

Leavin em bloody and sick

Yo bitch hit me up, and she steady be thinking bout me

She wanna link at the pyramids

She begging for al of that Vitamin D

She channel that orange you know she not new to this

I know these boys don' be doing shit

Telling em move bitch, that shit just be ludicrous

Tell these boys fuck that shit, and shoot that bitch

Uping the scorw, we not losing it

Get that shit poppin like some grease

You better back out if you can't take the heat

Gang going up, we all finna eat

Fill up that vault, I ain't reach my peak

Imma keep going up, I can't lose

Spaz on the track like the rent due

Pull up to yo block, finna get loose

You and your guys getting hit too

Fuck all that glitz and that glamour

Cop me a Rolls, Imma paint that shit black, call that shit Danny Phantom

Who want the smoke, Can't wait to attack em

Geeked off the drugs, I'm going insane

Scratching my neck going crazy

Gotta get off my ass, I cannot be lazy, I cannot get money by waiting

Yuh, hop out the cut just like Rambo

Them bullets gon fly in this bitch

Them shots be exposing like you getting cancelled

That drank got me geeked, got me fucked up

Stop fuckin round, go get your bucks up

We sweeping up your career, getting moped up

My shooters cutting that boy out the picture, donating his life like a Box-Top

I just be counting these racks, racks, racks, I can't get enough

Give that boy a whoopin, put belt to ass, ass, ass, we fuckin em up

Yeah, put that lil boy in a spliff when I fill up the room with that smoke

My swag on some old head shit, that shit really dope

Fuck a lil handout, you better just cope