It's-it's a Gen5, pussy

I-I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up then push me

I can't even lie, geeked off the lean, and the Perc' 10 took me

Fifty racks, the ticket for the scene, yeah, uh-huh, come book me

Uh, twenty-five bands, just fucked up, damn, I don't think they lookin'

Fu-fucked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings

I-i-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, I, yeah, I got my foot in (My foot in)

Boy, you wish you would've (Would've), collect souls, your life, took it (Your life, took it)

I wanna see you count all day, yeah

I turn my whole house red, yeah

Yeah, forty-five bands from the play (Ching)

Hundred-round drum full of lead, yeah

Bullet, he lay dead, bullet— bullet, he lay dead (Ching)

In the streets, yeah, we out in the streets, yeah, yeah

F-FN (Oh, oh, oh), Grand Slam

Yo-you ain't nothin', yeah, sit yo' ass down

Who wear it better? Je-je-jeans cost a pound

I do drugs, yeah, i-i-it's goin' down

It's-it's a Gen5, pussy

I-I got fifty shots in these jeans, don't run up then push me

I can't even lie, geeked off the lean, and the Perc' 10 took me

Fifty racks, the ticket for the scene, yeah, uh-huh, come book me

Uh, twenty-five bands, just fucked up, damn, I don't think they lookin'

Fu-fucked my wrist up way too many times, kept givin' babies whoopings

I-i-in that Bentley cookin', yeah, I, yeah, I got my foot in (My foot in)

Boy, you wish you would've (Would've), collect souls, your life, took it (Your life, took it)