[Intro]
(Reul, stop playing with these ni**as)
Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition
What? (Drank God)
Big gang, ni**a, Drakey gang, ni**a
Know how we comin', ni**a
Yeah
Pour me up, though, gang, alright
[Verse]
Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition
I won't stop until them ni**as dead, b*tch, we gon' step for Rizzy
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys, chopper came with Mickey
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy, all my hoes keep blicky
Yeah, b*tch, we oh and fifty
Black Amiri, stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies, on the road with Whitney
On a mission, oh, he owe that?— b*tch, I'm gon' blow that whistle
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on b*tches
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah, I mold my b*tchеs
ni**as on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats, I don't pose for b*tchеs
Ghetto ni**as, Forgis on the Wraith, put my Rolls on sixes (Rolls on that, ni**a)
Yeah that's my jewelry talking (My jewelry talking)
That new Maybach got a voice, sound like Siri talking (Sound like Siri talking)
Why all your homeboys keep on dying? ni**as clearly soft (Too soft)
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper, this the purest raw (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty, that's how that Jeep feel (Drank God)
Man I snatched a ni**a soul, that's how this beat feel
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label, I need three mil' (Need three mil')
Pussy reachin' for my chain, we got a free kill (We got a free kill)