[Chorus]
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Revenge on my back, get the last laugh
Choppa in my bag, like it's Afghan
I'm cranky as hell, I just took my last Xan
That bitch eating white pills like she Pac-Man
High as fuck, swinging through them trees like I'm Tarzan
Bi as fuck, she gon' fuck on me then her best friend
Bruce Wayne, I'm in all black like I'm Batman

[Verse]
Hit the curb, put it in reverse, yeah I had to swerve
Fuckin' with my green, I'ma shoot, feel like Larry Bird
I know that my fans are the youth, they feel every word
Feel like superman in the booth, going ham in the booth
R-E-V-E-N-G-E on my body
Bad bitch say she gon' ride likе a Kawasaki
All this ice, choppa hockey stick, but I ain't playing hockey
Feel likе Stevie Wonder, right
I can't see nobody, right
In that ghost like Poltergeist
Way she ride this dick, she treat it like a motorbike
After I get my nut, I tell her that it's over right (Yeah, it's over right)
Then I hit my plug for that lean, sip it over ice

[Chorus]
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Revenge on my back, get the last laugh
Choppa in my bag, like it's Afghan
I'm cranky as hell, I just took my last Xan
That bitch eating white pills like she Pac-Man
High as fuck, swinging through them trees like I'm Tarzan
Bi as fuck, she gon' fuck on me then her best friend
Bruce Wayne, I'm in all black like I'm Batman
[Verse 2]
Don't look at the card, no, uh, ayy
Bitches they be scanning like some bar codes, uh, ayy
Swimming in her pussy, I'm a shark, oh, uh
Watch for the narcs while I take a narco, uh
Watch for the narcs while I take a narco, uh, ayy
Swimming in her pussy like a shark, ho, uh, ayy
Bitches they be scanning like a bar code, uh, ayy
GTA, I pull up to Los Santos, uh, ayy
Load it up, ain't running out of ammo, uh, ayy
Tickle me, tickle me, bitches like they Elmo, uh, ayy
Sticking to this money like the Velcro, um, ayy
Say you getting money, n***a, hell no, uh
No Adidas but this block'll give you shell toes, uh, ayy
Balling on these n***as, feel like D Rose, uh, ayy
I'ma steal your bike like Debo, yeah, uh-huh, ayy
Bitch, on the loose, kill a n***a, grab the news
Fuck the lies, I want the truth, right? Yeah, ayy, ooh, ayy
On the news, kill a n***a, grab the news
Fuck the lies, I want the truth, right? Uh, ayy
Freestyle shit but I don't ever write, huh
I don't ever write
I remember when they said I wouldn't be shit, uh
Now a n***a dripping got these n***as sea sick
Prolly run up on 'em shoot without a reason, uh
I can make it rain all four seasons, uh
At the W you staying at the double tree, uh
You ain't getting cash, get the fuck away from me, uh
That lil hoe a groupie slut so she can't stay with me, uh
She get on her knees but she ain't 'bout to pray for me, yeah, ayy, uh, uh
Brand new whip, brand new bitch
Give me head, psychiatrist
Fly like auto pilot shit, uh, yeah
Gun on librarian got the silent tip, uh, ayy, uh, uh
Told that bitch: "Forget the tip, just throw the shit"
Run up on me, it's over with
You ain't crank like Soulja did, yeah, ain't like Soulja did
You ain't n***a, you soviet
Life's a gamble, ain't no poker chips, uh
Bitch I'm high as fuck, I'm tryna fuck, not sober shit, yeah, ayy
Shoutout to G-Herbo 'cause I ball out, everything
I am married to the gang but I bought that bitch a wedding ring, uh
I bought hella things, uh, watch the vessels sing
Got the tool up on my hip, heavy metal king
[Verse 3]
...skate, uh-huh, uh
She ain't tryna fuck, I made her escape, uh
World-bound, she ain't tryna go to work today
Call out, feel like Kobe Bryant in his prime
Ball out, if you wanna shoot with the guns bring 'em all out, uh
Bring 'em all out, uh, bring 'em all out
If you wanna shoot bring the guns, bring 'em all out, uh
Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh
Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh, uh
I be with the gang, super fresh-fresh-fresh, uh
Grim Reaper, bitch, I'm fresh to death-death, uh, ayy
Breaking Bad, just like crystal meth-meth, uh
If you throw the pass, I'ma intercept-cept, uh, ayy
Got your bitch on me, she giving neck-neck, uh, ayy
Pull up on the scene, I got the Tec-Tec, uh
Grip my Tec, pour up drink, that's the high tech, uh
Mix that shit with the Perc', hard to digest, uh
I was just another kid from the projects, uh
I've been tryna get it in, in the projects, uh
Lord knows that I sinned in the projects, uh
I don't know where to begin, in the projects, huh
But a n***a got out on the bigger things, uh
Fuck that ring pop-out, went and bought a wedding ring, uh
At the skate shop, kick flip, board-walk, uh
Up in Cali', fucking on a broad-walk, uh, uh
She ain't tryna fuck, I made her escape, uh
World-bound, she ain't tryna go to work today
Call out, feel like Kobe Bryant in his prime
Ball out, if you wanna shoot with the guns bring 'em all out, uh (Ya' dig?)
Bring 'em all out, uh (Ya' dig?), bring 'em all out
If you wanna shoot bring the guns, bring 'em all out, uh (Skrt, skrt, skrt, ya' dig?)
Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh
Bring 'em all out, ayy, bring 'em all out, uh, uh (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I be with the gang, super fresh-fresh-fresh, uh
Grim Reaper, bitch, I'm fresh to death-death, uh, ayy (Ya' dig?)
Breaking Bad, just like crystal meth-meth, uh (Ya' dig?)
If you throw the pass, I'ma intercept-cept, uh, ayy (Go)
Got your bitch on me, she giving neck-neck, uh, ayy (Haha)
Pull up on the scene, I got the Tec-Tec, uh (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grip my Tec, pour up drink, that's the high tech, uh (Lean)
Mix that shit with the Perc', hard to digest, uh (Ya' dig?)
I was just another kid from the projects, uh (The gutter)
I've been tryna get it in, in the projects, uh (The gutter)
Lord knows that I sinned in the projects, uh (The gutter)
I don't know where to begin, in the projects, huh (The gutters)
But a n***a got out on the bigger things, uh (Uh-huh)
Fuck that ring pop-out, went and bought a wedding ring, uh (Uh-huh)
At the skate shop, kick flip, board-walk, uh (Uh-huh, woof)
Up in Cali', fucking on a broad-walk, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 4]
I'm gon' let my cash talk, uh, oof, uh
Fuck that bitch until she can't walk, oof, ayy, ayy
Pull up on the scene, oh
I ain't slime, but I can make a n***a bleed, whoa, whoa, ayy
Uh, ayy, I was doubled up
Got two bitches, they got double cups, grab them double cups
I got Lean, pour up, double cups, that shit not enough, ayy
You can catch me turned up, my life, [?], ayy
Choppa on my hip, I feel like I'm The Terminator
Got a bitch with two pistols, she look like The Tomb Raider, ayy
Clamping on that glizzy I feel like I'm Darth Vader, ayy
She gon' suck my dick and swallow all my kids layer, ayy
I don't really got no problems with nobody but
If you want it...

[Verse 5]
Rolling gas, pour that Act'
Run up, you get hit, 40 blast
Leave 'em in the past
When it come to cash
I'm gon count up fast
I'm about my bag
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm 'bout my bag
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm 'bout my bag
I hopped out my bag, Revenge on my back
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm 'bout my bag
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, uh, here you go, uh
Fresh to death, my Gucci shoes got a halo, uh
I go ape, oof, kinda like a [?]
I'm finna spaz on that, start from top, haha

[Verse 6]
Hit the curb, put it on reverse, yeah I had to swerve
Do your worst, shitting on them bitches, used to give me dirt
Do it hurt? R-Kelly with 'em, uh, I'ma flirt
This song for the bitches that was tryna give a n***a dirt
Now I hurt they feelings, tell me baby: Do it really hurt?
Fucking with my money, prolly put you on a fucking shirt
Brand new gun, I can't wait to use it on they bitch-ass
Leave 'em leaking, he a pussy-n***a, maxipad
I'm the best, ain't nobody better than me mad
I'm a jackass, I feel like I'm
Flyer than an eagle, uh, you should check the wing span
Hit the curb, put it on reverse, yeah I had to swerve
Do your worst, flexing on these n***as that was hating, I know that hurt
Free up all my brothers up in prison they ain't say a word
Had to swerve, shorty twerking, piking up her mans
They threaten my life everyday, tell 'em: "Do their worst"
Mixing drugs up with the licor, talking with a slur
Feel like Superman in the booth, I'm so undisturbed
R-E-V-E-N-G-E on my body like— (Like—)
I'm in the party, off the Xans', Percs', have a Molly ride
Run a train on your main thing, that's a trolly ride
Stevie Wonder bout these n***as, I swear I can't see nobody
After I give her my nut I tell her it's over, right? Uh
Yeah it's over right
Then I hit my plug, I need Codeine, sip it over ice
Then I hit my plug, I need Codeine, bring it over ice
Then I hit the plug, I need drugs, sip 'em over ice
Uh-huh

[Bridge]
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Revenge on my back, get the last laugh, huh
Gun up in my bag, that's from Afghan, huh
Gucci on my bag, you can't grab tha—
Fool I'm finna spaz on this bitch
That's finna be the chorus
Let me start from top, yeah

[Chorus]
I hopped out my bag, bitch I'm in my bag
Revenge on my back, get the last laugh
Choppa in my bag, like it's Afghan
I'm cranky as hell, I just took my last Xan
That bitch eating white pills like she Pac-Man
High as fuck, swinging through them trees like I'm Tarzan
Bi as fuck, she gon' fuck on me then her best friend
Bruce Wayne, I'm in all black like I'm Batman