Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can't hang with my klik You can't spark my flame 'cause I'm lit I might snatch ya chain and ya bitch Plugoz on the beat and I'm killin' it Damn who make this beat, cuz I'm stealin' it Thinking when I ain't had shit They

South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my

Shawty gettin' freaky and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

Stick to the plan Stick to the plan, bitch quit playing I done seen this shit happen a hundred times on the regular Voices in my head sayin' I could do better, damn Voices in my head sayin' that I knew better, yeah But I still crossed the line like I'm

My nigga locked up with a smartphone I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone That's some street shit, we got next, bitch Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me If True wasn't gone he would be

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah I be at the top, that's my favorite place That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em I'ma

Oh, how you doin'? I'm alright Man turn this shit up, man Ay Cardi, you got somethin' to say? You got somethin' to say, talk to 'em Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How

I bet she love, love I bet she love All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it, yeah It's

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologne And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone Here I go, here I go this that C5 Bitch I’m back, with that