Ronny J on the beat, bitch! Haha, ay, uh, uh Red light, let that bitch go at the red light Big bite, bet that bitch bite like a great white Fistfight, uh, can't do that, we tote them dicks like Gunfight, know that this ain't what you want Yes I'm

I tote a TEC 'cause niggas be shady I need some love to go with this hate Puttin' Ms in all the Mercedes Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy And a surfboard 'cause we're really wavy Give mama a hug, we finally made it Bitches ain't shit, bet' not

Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

The only way we get it only way we know to get it Off the block, off the clip, off the cain nigga On the grind tote a nine do yo thing nigga I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right These niggas out here picking bullshit over money nigga

Come on, big dawg, where you wanna meet? (Dawg, where you wanna meet?) This shit, it just fill up my entity (Yeah) Made me just feel like my enemy (Yeah) I might just turn into my inner beast (Yeah) Know we tote choppers, we in the streets (Yeah) You