[Intro]
4-4 boys n***a
[Verse: Feez Money]
I'm a gangsta, I ain't even gotta talk about it
So soon as i pull up in the parking lot, All the broads start to jock
Plus I hang with a pack of gorillas, Nowadays n***as snitch so I be smacking these n***as
Damn
And you know I had to brag a little, Different color diamonds in my watch look like a bag of skittles
And you know I'm shinning tight
Keep the Glock on my llama sight, Cause I'm selling China white
n***a
So holla if you need crack to sell
I'm a shoot it out with police before i go back to jail
You think I'm soft
Try me then
And I don't like talk
I'm a leave you stretch on the ground outline in white chalk
Now I got yo fam lined up, Tryna find out where the cake stashed
AK's
Bared face
Muthaf**as face smashed
Who ever talk gone get it first cause I hate snitches
They gone straight in the ally with your face missing
[Verse: Rocaine]
I wake up in the morning everyday
Count K n***a
Like a fat b**h, I got a whole lotta weight n***a
All my hoes bad
Need a bag, I'm a cost ya bandz
I ain't go to school n***a, But I'm still doing math
I was in the cut, Where was you?
I don't even know
Me and muthaf**ing dough, I don't need hoes
I don't give a f** if I'm getting sleeped on
f** rap
I'm in the trap, I got 3 phones
I don't never answer calls, For these broads, I'm a f**ing dog
Can you spend the night? Hell naw
b**h at the alarm
Phone trapping so f**ing hard, It ain't even charged
b**hes dead at the bar, k** him at the car
AK's for you f** face
New Ye's sold at MJ
Car race in the boats from CA
Roommates, f** the DEA
Dope case, f** court
Come chase me, bad grades
OG's no A's
[Verse: Molly Brazy]
I ain't with hating sh**
I'm tryna touch M's
Got pictures for the pressure, I keep my lips sealed
Applying pressure to these b**hes, They don't like that
Yeah
I spend it, I spend it, I'll get it right back
It's time to get this money together, But all you rather hate
I don't chase sh** but the money, So I paper chase
Slide down yo block, Ro bussing out the window
Hunnid round drum in his hand
That ain't no f**ing filer
50 misses
You think you safe in that vest huh?
Headshots
We ain't aiming at your chest n***a
My n***a shoot when I say, Ain't gotta throw em sh**
Don't hesitate
They trigger happy, b**h it's over with
He wanna talk about our future, About time I ain't spending
I'm counting cheese n***a
Wait a muthaf**ing minute
Lil icy b**h
I ain't the flashy type
Slide down the block in yo hood, Rocking all my ice
Why you mad?
Get some money b**h
Don't do no dumb sh**
You gone end up on my knock up list
Boom, Boom, Boom