With the gang, I ain't ever fold
Speaking on my cousin, hit you in the dome
I don't love these bitches cause my heart cold
Stacking up my guala, I ain't going broke
First pair of Jordans when I got a bag
All these shorties on me cause I got some cash
I don't care about them, I just want the sex
In the SRT, this shit hella fast
AK-47, cut it in half, know it's a Draco
Had a foreign bitch with me, paid her ass in some pesos
Had to make a way, get off my ass run me up some cash
Do this music shit for fun, but shit, I'm still getting a bag
Shit, so I can't complain
Caught that nigga lacking, so I hit him in his fucking brain
Nigga, I ain't average, nah, bro, we ain't the fucking same
I thought I was playing when her ass hit me up again, aye
Money when I walk, drip when I walk, bitch, I'm the man
Cartier on the frame, 40 the Jane, this cost a bag
Ain't here to play, do what I want, bitch, cause I can
You got a problem, I do not care, get the fuck out of my way
If you ain't gang, you cannot stay, out of my face
I'm tryna run up a mill in the safe
I'm tryna have the whole family get paid
I'm tryna cancel out all of the fake
I'm tryna be the first nigga in my family to normalize, having mills in the bank
Spend it how you want it
You cannot take this shit down to your grave
With the gang, I ain't ever fold
Speaking on my cousin, hit you in the dome
I don't love these bitches cause my heart cold
Stacking up my guala, I ain't going broke
First pair of Jordans when I got a bag
All these shorties on me cause I got some cash
I don't care about them, I just want the sex
In the SRT, this shit hella fast
Made a promise I would never love a hoe again
Oh, you tough, boy, come and catch this body then
Pocket stuffed, got Amiri's all over my pants
.40 stuffed, I'ma hit you and your fucking mans
Nigga, what the fuck you think
Spent a hundred bands on some Gucci motherfucking mink
In the fucking lamb wreck this bitch cause I'm reckless
Bop, bop, choppa hit your head, now you breathless
I don't really care what you niggas gotta say
Blah, blah, blah, all you niggas do is hate
Dissin on the gang, up this Glock from my waist
Yes, I am insane, I will shoot up where you stay
Nigga, ah, ah