Yeah
Yeah, alright, yeah, alright
Yeah, alright, yeah, alright
Yeah, uh
My lil' bitch a vamp cause she want dick at night
Fuck on cam and put it on TV like it was Nick at night
Purple jeans, mix it with the Fendi and the Ricks, alright
Skinny nigga rockin' baggy pants so my shit fit alright
Steppin' out in clothes you can't put on cause I got drip, alright
Hit the club with hundreds in my pocket like I'm crip tonight
I don't drink but fuck it, I been winnin', I might sip tonight
Play with me, it cost a fee, like why you wanna risk your life
Look, hit a nigga seven times and watch his body drop
Watch him close the casket, niggas made his body rot
Choppa doin' extra hits, no karate chop
I been shittin' on these niggas like a potty stop
Nigga caught one to the head and couple body shots
First nigga try to do some dumb shit, gettin mollywhopped
I love to kick it with his bitch, she give me sloppy top
Them hollow tips, ate his skin, he did a froggy hop
Cut my nigga off, turned to a junkie from a crack dealer
My youngin's really 15 and they robbin', they some cash stealers
Used to be a broke boy but scammin' got my stacks bigger
Fuck the whole world, can't be like you, I ain't no ass kisser
Up the score on niggas, we get bodies like some mass killers
Mad because your bitch gon' play this song but I'm just that nigga
Said you wasn't Gunna and you a Thug, but you a rat nigga
Pockets need some lipo on the way cause they got fat, nigga
I ain't text my bitch in months, she might get dick tonight
Pull up on your ass like Superman, I got my Kryptonite
Post to addy, where you at? And he get hit on sight
This Glock gon' hit you hard as fuck, that's why I grip it tight
He movin' sus up in his bitch, told lil bro end his life
I'm in the function, trustin' nothing, bitch, I'm clutchin' pipe
I pull up with that stick to kill, but you pull up to fight
These hollow tips be in his dreams, now he can't sleep at night
Banana backwood with an eighth because I love the taste
Rollin' spliffs all day, my bitch don't know how I could feel my face
I'm in that track, I'm doin' 90, I can't touch the brakes
I'm with a bad bitch and she classy, flew her out the state
Only 9 AM, I hit the plug, it's time to bust a plate
I'm tryna run this money up, I got no time to wait
My alphabet different, dont got A's just got a lot of K's
I love to rap, but ARP's gon' sing a song like Drake
Ayo, X yo, we smoke cookies, not no purple haze
If a nigga want the smoke, then we gon' tell him, bring the sage
Yo, K-Dawgg, like, why that nigga lacking? We don't play
I brought the Glock, but my lil' niggas know he brought the K
Went from sellin' streets to now we sellin' out the stages
K and X gon' make a movie with a lethal weapon in broad day
Both be fuckin' tens from L.A., we met off of Broadway
Count a hundred K in cash, man, niggas really had a long day
We young niggas, really come from sellin' work in hallways
I keep a strap that's in the backseat, wait for niggas all day
I'm tryna get this paper, me and K-Dawgg in that V, they know my niggas switchin' lanes
And I be tryna tell this bitch I'm not the one, I'll never stay
But I be on that same shit, that's a lame jit with no pape
You niggas really goin' both ways, like
My lil' bitch a vamp, cause she want dick at night
Fuck on cam and put it on TV like it was Nick at night
Purple jeans, mix it with the Fendi and the Ricks, alright
Skinny nigga rockin' baggy pants so my shit fit alright
Steppin' out in clothes you can't put on cause I got drip alright
Hit the club with hundreds in my pocket like a crip tonight
I don't drink but fuck it, I been winnin', I might sip tonight