Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks, uh
Ridin´ ´round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes Spent eight mil´ on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat Bitch, I just got rich, let´s have a goddamn toast Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat Yeah, it´s just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak Put that on your mother, I know y´all hoes, still gotta stick to the code Boy, I get in that mode, don´t play with me, boy, this shit ain´t for show Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that´s my MO Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo Yeah, she want double trouble, that´s akimbo Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow Get that nigga out that horse, feel like Django Sendin´ shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow And my brother sellin´ white like some ashy elbows Shawty, what´s your name? Put you in Chanel, ho I ain´t even at the beach, but I could send some shells, ho Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone My brother in the hole, we can´t talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo Got this shit lit like a damn candle Pop a nigga´s top like a damn canned good Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah Red car, red bag, feel like Santa Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up What´s up in your head? You want some smoke, some cancer? Pussy, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta Put them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana, uh Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana They got pigs at they crib like they in Alabama Sippin´ 1942 mixed with Tropicana
Pour a four, skadoosh, Kung Fu Panda With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta Feds hit the trap, throw the codeine in the blammer I´m on Magnolia, cops puttin´ me in handcuffs
800 gang 1400 (Bah) Big 14 (Bah), know what the fuck going on (Bah) Gang (Bah), gang (I´m shy, oh my God)