Real niggas stand up (Go) I be poppin´ shit, I got my rubber bands up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Her bestie in the lobby, bitch, go bring your friend up (Come here) Before you drop a diss, bitch, go dig your mans up (Fool) I be really playin´ with choppers, I ain´t into playin´ tough (Grrah) I wish you could ask the last nigga that ran up (Grrah) Fuck niggas fold, real niggas stand up (Pussy)
Nigga, I ain´t told, nigga, when I got jammed up (Facts) iPhone thuggin´, let me see you blam somethin´ (Woah) Don´t make me grab my burner phone, I´ll send a hit on Samsung (Nah, for real) Bet I make her panties drop, she see that fuckin´ Lamb´ come (Uh, come here, baby) Blue and yellow in my watch, look like the fuckin´ Rams or somethin´ (Oh, really?) I done fucked the same hoes as Odell Beckham in my city (Nah, for real) Come and flex it, Smith & Wessons fuckin´ stretch ´em in my city (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Nigga came here playin´ crazy, so we left him in my city Just dropped four bodies, told Deshawn Watson, "Welcome to my city"
Got that blicky-blicky, up the switchy, bitchy, I get busy Look at my pockets, fat like Cartman, bitch, I´m probably who killed Kenny (No, for real) Know he happy the police grabbed, don´t try to kill my nigga Jimmy (Face, Face Mob) ´Cause if he had to meet, young Johnny was blazin´ his face up with a fifty (Face, Face Mob)
It´s a Louis V, codeine sippin´, money fetish (Yeah, yeah) It´s a bad bitch, made her bring her friend, girl, we selfish (Bad, phew) Say they laid him, cooked him in the mornin´ like he breakfast (He gone) Go to the dealership, I want the long Range, yeah, the Stephen
Steppin´, shh, what´s that noise? (Haha) Niggas writin´ checks they can´t cash, they all void (Lame-ass nigga) Catch me in your town, pop a pound like I´m Roy (Face) My daughter say she want Chanel purses, fuck a toy (Oh) Cutthroat out the soil, rest in peace to Keed, man, I can´t believe (Rest in peace) Ironic ´cause I´m on my way to Cleveland, goin´ to fuck with Beezy (Doe Beezy) Last night was geekin´, said I love you, I ain´t even mean it (What?) What you know about them murders? Gotta be strategic (Shh) Is you really in the field or watchin´ from the bleachers? (Which one?) When they see that money pile up, niggas turn to leeches
Why the fuck did I need school? I´m richer than the teachers (Why?) I done lost track of time, every day it´s Easter Cup pink, it´s fresh as hell, ice go to bail Money in that bitch, let her go, wait to exhale Federales moderate my ´Gram, too much YSL (Hot, hot) He say he in the game, but what side? Do you buy or sell, nigga?