The way that I walk in this bitch got them backing up, how I be clutching my mufuckin iron
Told you lil' pussies you don't want no static, but shit you can have it, lil' bitch, I don't
Mind
Could've swore that I told you lil' bitches before, just don't fuck with my money and you gon
Be fine
If I keep on stacking up all of this paper, then all that I ever wanted gon' be mine
I got a shipment coming, tell them wrap it up
I got a list of orders, gotta pack it up
Whenever the money calling, gotta trap it up
Hope they ain't plotting, bitch, I got my ratchet tucked
Fuck all that talk, the reaper bout to snatch him up
Not with that drama, you should not be acting tough
Pull out that chopper, bitch, and get to acting up
Bodies get stacking up, I got the pack-a-punch
Whole lot of bullets, they fuck up, your Acura
Call up the gang, flip your bitch like a spatula
She calling my name, suck me up, call her Dracula
Asked how it tasted, told me it was spectacular
I'm at the maximum, fuck with the gang then we cappin em
Have yo brodie like homie, what's happening
Grab your neck and I'm snapping it
I do not be on no rapper shit
Stomp his face to the curb, let him caption it