[Intro]
Sake world, sake world shit man
N***as already know how I'm rockin' bro
Motherfucking Sake world records 2016 2000 forever, 3000 forever
You feel me?
Shit, but it was real Gardena shit bro real Compton shit bro
You feel me? (Yeah, like what)
I'm in the hood right now, yeah you know what's popping my n***a (Yeah)
I'm never lacking my n***a, I popped you my n***a
What's up with your bitch though, my n***a?
I thought you were trying to fuck, what's up?
(Hey, hey)
(Let's get it, let's get it)

[Verse 1]
Tools all in my coupe
All of them shoot
Bullets they coming at you
You n***as you running your mouth
I run in your house
Show you what my .30 about
I'm banging out, don't give a fuck
Bullets we talk
Try me you're pressing your luck
I be in the streets
.40 so motherfucking fat it will sweep you off your feet
I'm in the trap, I don't trust a soul
So I watch my back
So fucking stacked
N***as talking shit about my brother Jack (R.I.P.)
I pull up on you, where ya at?
Glocks gave you heart attack
[Chorus]
I had to stop
To count up my guap
Yeah watch me flex
Bitch I'm up next (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I'm the man (Yeah, yeah)
Count up the bands (Countin' all these bands!)

[Verse 2]
I need your bitch (Right now)
Bitch suck this dick (Right now)
Load up the clip (Right now)
And unload the shit (Right now)
You can't rock with me
You can't rock with me
You can't rock with me
You can't rock with me
You can't rock with me