[Verse 1]
Buncha grams in the duffel b**h
Growin up all I knew was the hustle b**h
Did alota f** sh** for the fun of it
Street n***a since a youngin' been I been running it
Talk sh** then my homies get to gunnin' sh**
Real talk we ain't neva f**ing running b**h
Need the d**
Need the money need alot of it
They say life is a gamble but I gotta hit
Buncha zips in the trunk gotta take a trip
I Did alotta flips, I know gymnastics
I gotta good girl yeah she's a bad b**h
Yeah hella bad b**h, I don't do average
I got them grams stashed up in the cabinets
Sticky a** sh** gotta wrap it in the plastic
Mel Gibson play the game like a maverick
n***as wanna cheat they can get there f**ing a** kicked
[Hook]
cause imma bad guy
yeah imma motherf**ing bad guy [x2]
[Verse 2]
Alota n***as don't like me
Cause I cause controversy like Spike Lee
Had a couple thousand in the Nike
Had a couple hundred in the Reebok
Ya'll reign gonna stop n***a ours not
smoking on that venom call it [?]
Can't wait to pull-up in the car lot
Drop dirty money on a baby blue suede top
n***as crazy, thinking that they hot
b**h I'm buzzin but I'm working like a day job
Doing shows n***as hating cause they not
And all my n***as on a roll like a state cop
Flame never gonna die we gon stay hot
Got that California Love like Tupac
You only get one life not two shots
b**h imma dog but I stay with a cute fox
[Hook]
Cause she like how I'm living