Yeah, slam 30 shots up in this, yeah, alright
(Fye that shit up Kiz)
Slam 30 shots up in his blick, watch these bullets fly
From the raq, if you don't got a pole, then you might die
Amiri jeans with some Palm tees, I'm a fly guy
Had to bust down the AP, bitch, you might go blind
Shit, bitch, you might go blind
Competition is the opposition, you on the wrong side
Cheated on her, but it's exhibition, so it don't count
Onna money mission, chasing green, and I won't stop
Till it's complete
Never have enough, I want more, who gon' compete
Feel like Speaker Knockers run it up by my lonely
I don't trust no one, always clutching on the side of me
Short temper, quick to let it bust I don't give a fuck
Still having dreams of switching lanes in that Rolls truck
Bitch, we will never speak again, don't hit me up
I will put this 40 to your head, don't test your luck
Like it's Mortal Kombat
Turn around, pin her down like it's ground combat
Never have an average mindset like Black Mamba
Speaking about Black Mamba, all my niggas snakes
They will slime you down where you stand do not fucking play
Getting all this money, shit's crazy, really getting paid
Now you wonder why I'm on Rodeo almost every day
Matter of fact, moral of the story, got a big bank
All my money come in pink and blues like Cosmo & Wanda
Low-key, if her pussy isn't pink, then I don't want her
Pull up to the function, in some mink bitch, I am money
We ain't fucking raw, fuck you think wrap up like a mummy
I ain't taking chances
Gave it to you niggas and you bitches, but you couldn't stand it
Had to hook my Glock up with some switches, feeling like a tranny
Boy, you can't outrun this shit, are you a fucking dummy?
He a fucking dummy
Nigga, tried to hit his lick back, how'd that work out
Ever since a youngin', pushing pounds, taking different routes
I already know what you about only want the clout
Do not play me for a fucking dummy, I will air this out
Said we brother's, then diss on my name what that shit about
Now I really know that you a lame without a fucking doubt
Nigga, I'ma shark up in these waters, you a lil' trout
Jealous cause you didn't get the bands, get your bread up
Get up off your ass, get a job nigga, catch up
All these niggas ask for handouts man, I'm fed up
Boy, I don't owe you fucking nothing better back up
Aye, better back up
I will put my shooters on your ass, get you whacked up
Shorties on me throwin hella ass, fuck their tracks up
Turn your homie into fucking gas, he got packed up
Slam 30 shots up in his blick, watch these bullets fly
From the raq, if you don't got a pole, then you might die
Amiri jeans with some Palm tees, I'm a fly guy
Had to bust down the AP, bitch, you might go blind
Shit, bitch, you might go blind
Competition is the opposition, you on the wrong side
Cheated on her, but it's exhibition, so it don't count
Onna money mission, chasing green, and I won't stop
Bitch, I won't stop
Bitch, I won't stop