[Hook]
09, we tote; my n***as ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked
f** around with them f**-arounds, and you f** around and get smoked
[Verse 1]
I'm rollin', all my n***as rollin'
30 clip and them hollow tips have his a** sitting in Roseland
Rollin' off a pill , pussies better chill
My n***as in the field; you might get k**ed
Pancake-a** n***a, I keep that sh** real
40 hit his face, BBQ his a** like a grill
Y'all n***as ain't real, lame n***as get k**ed
I'm here for real; I'm doing this for real
I'm finna get on, finna do another song
b**h calling my phone, leave me alone
I'm trying to bone, then pa** it to lil bro
Then leave that b**h, tell that ho, "So long"
Different colored shirts, rolling up that purp
Leaning off that hurt, so please don't get murked
Girls lifting they shirts, Gucci Truey shirts
Polo wear and crop shirts, my b**h she'll twerk
[Hook x2]
Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them
My n***as rollin', four-seater; that b**h going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad move up band, yea n***a want free bands
30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Glock 40 I'm thumpin man, I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance
Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance
n***as talking sh** in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the 30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I'm a gangster, n***a, and I could do this sh** my f**ing self
Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left
[Hook] [2X]