Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah, uh, uh, huh, let's go
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, look
Okay, I walk up out the store, about two bags on me
Money flood in my pockets and my pants, that's why they sag on me

I'm my momma oldest, yeah, she proud, that's why she brag on me
He get out of line, we have to spank him, we go dad on him
Yeah, this watch up on my wrist, yeah, it be perfect timing
You can see the sky dweller, real VVs, these ain't regular diamonds

I ain't even gon' lie, this a plain jane
This watch ain't got no diamonds, but I'm still gon' rock it, shine it
Master P, I'm bout it, bout it
If you tryna swim up in that water, you gon' drown

We find where you stayin', where you layin' if you talk down
I ain't even playin', send Sasuke to walk you down
Man, he don't want no smoke for real, he a hater, he just a clown
Yeah, man, I'm in the back of the foreign, the Maybach

He want a feature, but he cannot pay that
We got the yoppas, we gettin' at oppas
And if they is dirty, we grabbin' the Ajax
It's a lot going on, But I can maintain that

In the back with a mack, no, I can't lack
Ain't finna keep goin', man I'm just trollin'
Everybody know I can't rap

Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let's go)

Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let's go)
Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let's go)
Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let's go)
Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let's go)

Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck
Nigga talkin' on me like I won't run up and gun him down
Nigga talk about money, keep some hundreds like a barrel round
HoodSasuke, the hitman, pull up, shoot that nigga with no sound

No, I am not chillin', keep a Glocky in the fuckin' lounge
And I'm spinnin' in a fuckin' ghost, so how the fuck you see me
Keep on talkin' crazy, we gon' bend you like a fuckin' weegee
Talkin' bout you spinnin', how you spinnin' with a god damn B.B.

When I get a son, his first belt finna be a fuckin' B.B (facts)
Me and B.G. spinnin' on that block, we saw a witness, told him TP
If that nigga get to snitchin', choppa roll him out like TP
Choppa finna turn him black and white, now that boy sayin' he he

Look at the score board, we up like three, bitch, GGs
Uh, and that's facts, nigga run off we gon shoot at his back
Choppa finna pop, it's my little Uzi, I bet you ain't know that it was a damn Mac
Get to the cheese, told my bitch I'm the mac,
spin with that hammer, return of the mack

Standing ovation, I'm lettin' it clap, yo life a burrito, bitch, it's a wrap
Ghost, ridin' in a what? Me and B.G. in a Phantom
Nigga talkin' crazy, keep my cannon like I'm Fanum
And my choppa LTG, lil' bitch, ain't gonna fuckin' ban him

Ran up got hit with a what? No Traction is my damn anthem
And the choppa, like the sun is gonna spit and then just tan him
And my choppa? Holdin' 1400 it like it's Trippie
That boy try to run away from Choppa, now he's runnin', trippin'

If you niggas thinkin' that I need you, now you really trippin'
Choppa on banana clip, lil' bitch is gonna leave you slippin'
Claim your girl the world, but only thing she good for is bitchin'
Me and B.G. movin' like we Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen

Me and B.G. get to the bag, don't need your bitch to chip in

Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck (let's go)