[Chorus]
Should I go and fuck these hunnids or count this money just tell me which way should I go
Huh, Only on IG he gotta hunnid, in person ain't got no money
N***a had the nerve to come and text me bout a ho'
Huh, these n***as sick, huh
These n***as bitch
Pussy boy stop cappin for I hit you with that switch, huh
He want smoke bout old shit, n***a I been took down yo bitch
Huh, Oh he think he gang, lil bronem take him down for blick
Huh, Call my phone you need a n***a chain snatched, this shit a business call the robbers
Ain't no smoke with them every time we spin they call the coppas
Ain't no way you can get away fuck n***a we had to box ya
Official with these choppas, crack his dome just like a lobster
If a n***a ever fucked my bitch salute I never knocked em
Im rich as fuck can't do no regular drill slide in a helicopter
Couple n***as that wasn't suppose to be in the picture had to crop em
N***a stop playin like i won't pop him
The day I ride, I keep my Choppa

[Verse]
I be hearing everything these n***as sayin' these n***as silly
Ain't even brush they teeth but comment on my live these n***as sissies
First off tell em Free KD, know lil bro get busy
Huh, to much missions' we done ran through every hoe in the city
That's how you know I'm living ion even know this bitch she show her titties
Tried to flex that little ass dub, lil n***a i’ll show a 50
You been bummy as fuck ain't got no money how the fuck you mad she pick me?
Yo gang ain talm bout none don't send them weak ass dogs to sick me
Ya hoe ain't let me nut on her face, but you know fasho them balls she lickin
Pull up with hella dog shit you'll think I'll ball for pistons
N***as mad that the way I run up these racks, this shit come all consistent
Me and the gang don't ball hog we hit them hoes assist it
I'll never stress bout a bitch I'm having my way got a brand new slut from Britland
Why you treat these hoes like that? i'on give a fuck lil bitch I'm pimpin
Big ass stick in my pants I need a crutch it look like a n***a limpin
These n***as ain't P they dropping salt n***a, all these n***as simpin
[Verse 2]
Keep saying what he gon' do, yeah okay'
N***a we dont use no face we smackin shit in Broad day
Huh, i ain't got shit to say leave a fuck n***a face on the Broad way
N***a when we was young, we'll trade guns in the hall way
N***as mad that I got lit
He got mad I fucked his bitch
She got some shit I never had, look at the ass on that lil bitch
Two-hundred on my dash she suckin my dick almost crashed with that lil bitch
Gotta want some pussy bad, these n***as spend some cash on that lil bitch
We got hella money'
Huh, we got hella funds
Huh, no need to show that Glock, lil n***a we got like every gun
Fuck around get yo lil brudda pop, drop shots at every son
Young n***a shit' need a box to spin, snatch off at the Chevron
Yo n***a broke asking to see a blue, that n***a ain't show me none
No n***a in the world could bitch me out, a n***a ain't hoe me once
On some geek shit can't roll a blunt of zot I'll fuck around blow me one

[Outro]
Huh, Big ass Glock 40. it hold 24 the Kobe one