Mil' in a week I bought a iced out Phillipe (ice) Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps) Suck a dick gang, she a leech (leech) Came in the game with a key (key) My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique) Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh) I'll tape a brick to

Everything high end (high end) High end, yeah You know, what we doin' I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')

Whole gang full of drug addicts (brr!) Whole gang full of drug addicts (ooh, chyeah) Take a lot of shit, forgot what happened (forgot what happened) I ain't gon' lie, I got a habit (ooh, I got a habit) Swear to God, you can't be on my status (I swear to

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

Ain't nobody gonna love you like I do Ain't nobody gonna ever love you I'm looking for a love gangster Someone to be my master I'm looking for a grave maker A lady killer soul shaker It's not that I wanna die Dying's a slow way to live

That gangsta love Every time I come around Shawty love me down Run off on me like click clack

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

Niggas runnin' out they mouth but they never pop out I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out All my niggas on fifty, so you know we hopped out Mobbed out, opps out, we gon' show what we about All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that