I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

Fuck me so you stop baby talking I don't really want to live out of you I heard I change my mind with you often Baby talk is creeping me out Alright, so this is really fucked up, but Alright, I was sleeping next to him But I was dreaming about the other

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

I don't know where I'm headed But I'm going too fast I think I'm going to crash I refuse to be your victim I refuse to be your slave I keep on burning my bridges I keep on fucking up everything Running from desperation god knows where I've been I'm going

Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom We just want the money the respect and all the power The money and the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for a check Counting all this money with my

You don't like me I don't like you Middle fingers up Get the-get the fuck up Middle fingers up Crack it, crack it, crack it Put your fists up Crack it, crack it Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga Leave

Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl You're with your girlfriends, I'm with my niggas I know we drunk talking shit, but that's my nigga Fifty inch weave but you bought it so it's yours hair Drop it to

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Light it, uh Light it up, uh The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it Writing, across