Shouldn´t be drinkin´ on lean, I´m already half dead
Give a fuck, I´m a gangster, I´m thuggin´ (I´m thuggin´, brrt, frrt-frrt)

Yeah (Grow up, nigga), huh, yeah, huh, come on (Us)
Huh-huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brrt)
Come on, huh, huh

Weddin´ cake in my blunt with no bride yet
If I face me another, I´ll die here
I´m just prayin´ I make it ´til Friday
Either way, I´ma die with my pride
Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front, bitch, wait ´til you see the garage
I done made me a promise, I´ll fight back once, this time, I´ma leave it to God
On God, I ain´t play ´bout nothin´ once
When it´s game time, jump in clutch
First thing in the mornin´, blunt
First thing in the mornin´, I jump off the porch and head straight to the Porsche, get to drivin´ like somebody chasin´

Rock it ´cause I can afford it, my pockets enormous, every time that I walk, I´m chafin´
You don´t know how to ball, you lazy
You ignorin´ my calls, shit crazy
One time for the hoes I´m savin´
One time for the hoes that hate me
Two times for the hoes that hate me
Three times for the hoes that hate me
3.5 in the blunt, I´m spacin´
Four doors on the Rolls, shit spacious
I don´t know if it´s , uh
I don´t know if it´s smart I stay here
I don´t know if I want that Maybach
I don´t know if I´ll find my way back
I ain´t never gon´ buy my way in
I ain´t never gon´ bow to no man
I don´t care who the fuck you came with
I don´t care what the fuck your name is (What?), huh

My Chrome unfindable
Like I did me a hit and I threw it away
Pop out that bitch and hit him in his fa
Uh-huh
We open up doors in the summer
I took the roof off of the Hummer
I snuck in that bitch with a Llama
I´m sneakin´ outside like Osama
Know I´m richer than your favorite rapper
If I´m not, then God, kill my momma
Biggest house on the street
The first Blacks here like Obama
Okay, let´s see that thunder
On the plane, we took drugs under
And my bitch ass dumb like Yolanda
I´ma put the junk up from La Fonda

Fah-fah-fah-fah, yeah, fuck ´em
I be twistin´ my fingers, I bang
And Concrete the gang
Same nigga, just rich, I ain´t change
Same nigga, I´m totin´ that flame

Huh, I´m the same old kid, but I gotta grow up now, I´m a grown-up now
I´ve been havin´ some long-ass nights, one more long-ass flight ´fore I´m right there next to you
Huh, damn, driver, move up, my legs need room
Huh, huh, damn, I really could cop this backseat, huh (Brrt)
I know all of my ex-hoes miss me
I was drifting, poured a whole sixteen
I´m gon´ clutch it, I don´t do no wrestling
And my mouth diamonds lookin´ like a cuff link

Put my bitch in no DG, free BG
We on TV, I´m makin´ a mo
We on TV, I´m makin´ a movie
Durag on my head, it´s The Boonies
Fuck whoopin´ his ass, he gon´ sue me
I´ll fuck it up fast, then re-up
Sip drink like I don´t wanna be up
When we catch you, don´t call for Jesus