Uh, uh, uh, uh I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum Do a nigga fast like And-1, I need a bag then and some I hop out the tub, my feet land on Gucci rug Eat it up, then slide in her, make her tell me who she love Stay laced up I mix

Nigga, I'm a thug, fuck the cops and the judge If you're looking for me, nigga, come get me Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy Take it to the house and get jiggy I got the strap cocked, right

Nigga, I’m a real one You do whatever for the fame You make me wanna go click-clack bang I can’t stand you niggas I be wantin' back hand you niggas Yep, all my niggas bangers Watch how I twist my fingers If one fight then we all fight Pop a pill and

Taste, taste, she can get a taste Taste, taste, do you love the taste? Taste, taste, let you get a taste Taste, taste, fuck what a nigga say It's all the same, like Mary-Kate Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've

A nigga should've loved you better Should've treated you right But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane I should've put my focus on you In the club every night I just get it wrong when you do right And I keep just fillin' your head with the

Soon as I thought I was having a good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars

Steal your bitch, call it hijack Hijack, hijack Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked Pussy, money, weed, got all that Pussy, money, weed got all that Riding with the racks, thang on my lap It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter Money on my mind,

Suu whoop gang or don't bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang) You ain't got a pistol, don't hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don't hang) I ain't scared, nigga, I'm brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I'm brazy) YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang) Suu whoop, my coupe,

Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight We gon' rumble in this ho Why do you wanna fight? Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin'