My bitch good looking I did the digital dash I give the junky a blast My dope in the bushes I fuck your bitch in the passenger I send that dope to your momma though Out in the streets like thermometers You rats will never be honorable They know I'mma kid

When you on top, niggas gon' hate on you Bring out the Brink's truck, I'm young, fly and iced up (icy) 100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ay) 10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ay)

I can, I can, I can I will, I am gon' count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad bitch pants I bought a Pyrex pot put it next to my wrist And I look at it dance Dasher, Rudolph, and Prancer Percocet, molly, and xans

Please don't let me down 'Cause I'm up right now Don't bring me down, bring me closer to God Do the dash, bitch Shawty, please don't let me down Ayy, shawty, please don't let me down Don't let me down Yeah! 14, yeah

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out, but I fucked that nigga bitch Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I