They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting Look at me now nigga Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out Y'all niggas ain't shit They all act like they ain't know bet they know now I'm up nigga

I do that for me Never thought 'bout me Only there for you Thinking how you Roll up, drink it Pour up, get it Pour up, get in I, clean up, no good shit, I did for you, I do that for me I would try to do good by you, you would do bad for me

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them

Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Man I run this rap shit Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to Tupac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance lets dance nigga I'll take you to da prom I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm Nigga

Red Mercedes beam, it's a different type This shit so clean, I put that on my life With my niggas in my red Mercedes Attitude like fuck you, pay me Rolling deeper than Adele when we go out If the ladies show up, then we show out With my girl in my red

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

My head is spinnin', smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop My head is spinnin' This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot Smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' Tay Keith, fuck

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

Bought her baby Gucci strollers (strollers) Switch it up and I went global (global) Can't play around, I had to grow up (grow up) Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (glo-up) These niggas cap and that shit blow up My dawg rappin', hope he blow up I need

Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the