(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
Nyah
Huh, ayy (Elijah)

All these dollars that I got, how I ain´t got no sense?

We got xyla´, we got dog food, we got some fent´
Shit, you from Romulus, that´s not a trench
Like some kneecaps that´s irritatin´, bitty got me bent
You might smell a lil´ Creed, but this a zotti scent
It´s been weeks, they still don´t know where his body went
.308 hit him in his dreads, give him a Taki head
Fucked up in the head, we smokin´ out of body bags
Eastside in it, my wrist, I´m in my Maserati bag
Lil bro´d die for this shit, he
Lil bro´d die for this shit, he in his kamikaze bag
The way she ride the dick, shit, she in her Kawasaki bag
Wouldn´t stick it in her, shit, she in her hot tamale bag

Hop up out that black truck, it ain´t the paparazzi flash
Is your pops really ballin´, in your Bronny bag?
I´ll pull up 2 K´s, in my Ronny bag
Got it zipped tight, ain´t no peekin´ into Tronny´s bag
He was tough as hell, now we smoke him out of zotti packs
The Don got me sweatin´ bullets, I need Gatorade
You a pay-to-player and you drinkin´ haterade
Unc´ servin´ food on the 7, it ain´t tethermade
Ricks look like Chucks, we smoke more ´za than Taylor Gang
Put out fire on his head like an ashtray
These 448s, don´t ask what the bag weigh
Get out the way, this the fast lane
If you ain´t in first, it might as well be last place

Huh, double R-ing, I can´t drop a Jag´
Butterfingers, I can´t trust him, he be droppin´ bags
Zips and up, don´t come ´round tryna cop a half
Why he think he ballin´? He ain´t even got a badge
They ain´t even got a badge, boy, that´s not a ´Cat
Where the fuck the wasp at? Boy, that´s not a Scat
Where the wing decal at? Boy, that´s not a Track´
Boy, you only shot a bystander, that is not a hat
Ooh, that´s an oohwop, that is not a Zack
I only hit Neiman´s with Marcus, rather shop in Saks
He ain´t doin´ shit in life, it got his mama mad
Let him take a step off that porch, gon´ have his mama sad

This a fuckin´ Loose Leaf, not a Zig-Zag
When I throw the braids back, it ain´t RiFF RAFF
We got spots like giraffes, this the sixth trap
Turned it to a laydown, I thought it was a kickback
If you don´t stay down, bro gon´ catch his fifth hat
You still skip-lag, I used to skip class
BTA, step out of line, we gon´ whip ass
Supercharged Ram so fast, I might get whiplash
Shotter pop two X´s like, "Where his crib at?"
I overdrove two X´s like, shit, I´m big high
´Ll wipe your nose in a blink, yeah, that´s big slime
I´ve been chillin´ lately, shit, now it´s drip time
I don´t know about your targets, but I hit mines
I ain´t losin´ sleep ´bout it, shit, I´m big fine

Huh, they say I´m actin´ big time
Ballin´, if I talk my lil´ shit, gon´ get a big fine
Her baby daddy workin´, can´t go home until my whip shine
2027, guarantee I make the whip fly
TRX god, mile mode, can make the whip climb
He ain´t never left the porch like some wind chimes

SBDSM, two L´s, then a dollar sign, T-double-H-L
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, nyah
Damn, that´s the end?