Be Forreal when you started clutching on dem pistols **** be Forreal finna go and pickup me a sprinter **** onnem pills sipping on that syrup this aint no chrophyl got them bands sitting on the shelf they in and outta here

Trap jumping F&N running up dem racks

Don’t need a motor see em ona street you better hit the gas blowing thrax my mind gone mental patient watch me crash don’t no talking whip that iron out get bub to do em bad

Mouthing like them hoes knowing that’s some shit to get yo ass smoke beezo smoking strong light it (what that is) that’s that dope ina backseat with that drac my window cracked pour up a 4 bet not look wrong at the whip ima start hitting Ian no hoe

Ion know who you hang around but see them hittas they gone blow it tap 40 ona shoulder let it rang you better know it switch my whips move like the president should know that I ain’t going bag the truck up ina parking lot come 6am we rolling

Call my bitch wanna see that pussy squirt mama say im out my mind still on that time I need church did a show the other month with Paper’d up come buy a verse try to go against this shit yo last ride gone be a hearse

Be Forreal when you started clutching on dem pistols **** be Forreal finna fuck yo bitch I run with hittas **** onnem pills if it ain’t that mud don’t bring it over here that’s yo ass fucking with that gang now that’s a overkill

Counting money ina Benz waiting on them packs

Head hunter I’m that **** kick my feet up and relax got so many hoes wan throw that pussy let me beat ya back ima keep it street I wanna fuck you knowing I wan crack