I keep the Pyrex poppin' (whip it, whip it)
Coffee pot droppin'
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit there ain't important (nah)
Got the J's jumpin' out the gym, and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ay
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

I been up getting money, hustling for five days
I ain't shaved, I ain't batheed, they say I'm stuck in my ways (ay)
Ain't no safety on the 40 'cause that shit ain't important, woe (uh-uh)
Only thing that matter is that the pussy fat that's on the hoe (woo)
I got guns like these young niggas, and I use 'em too (young niggas)
I usually do, Uzi new, shoot like movie crew (blaow, blaow, nigga)
Brought a fully Call-of-Duty-lookin' dually round (skrrt)
Thought you knew me 'til I told 'em put the Cuban down (put it down)
Ain't nobody gave me nothin', plucked it out the mud
Ain't no rookie, cut the cookie 'til you count to one
Narcotic, hard body like a hard bottle
Carol City, fifty bodies with the chalk 'round it (brrrt)
I can sell them now to ya
Tell me how that sound to ya
Sell 'em 'round the corner, I can sell 'em outta town to ya
Ain't no mercy for the rats or for the snakes (ain't no mercy)
Black guns, mask, gloves if that's what it takes

I keep the Pyrex poppin' (whip it, whip it)
Coffee pot droppin'
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit there ain't important (nah)
Got the J's jumpin' out the gym, and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ay
Whoa
Whoa
We hands on (Maybach Music), woo

I'm from the city where they kill you for your phone (whoa)
Make you unlock the screen and then they do you wrong (whoa)
Dig in your pockets after bullets break your bones (bang)
Detectives know who did it but it go unsolved (hahaha)
Another body write his name across the wall (huh)
Shu tdown the projects that's a monetary loss (why?)
Look at statistics, I'm the chairman of the charts (Rozay)
I fuck her once, I fuck her twice now she a boss (she a boss)
Piss in panties, yeah they say she was a peon (whoa) (peon)
I got her pampered, now she my Céline Dion (huh) (Dion)
You go to trial, you better have a bitch to lean on (lean on)
Don't cry to me, them not the terms you wanna leave on (boss)
I'm layin' marble on the floors we used to sleep on (uh huh)
You get a bond, I won't get rest until you be home (uh huh)
Gold chains, black shades like I was Nino (whoa)
The whole thang, I done came off a kilo (whoa)

I keep the Pyrex poppin' (whip it, whip it)
Coffee pot droppin' (whoa)
Trap line on fire and they won't stop knockin' (who that?)
No safety on the 40 'cause that shit there ain't important (nah)
Got the J's jumpin' out the gym, and I ain't talkin' Jordans, ay
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa