[Intro]
(AV with that drip, ho)
[Verse 1: void]
Lil' boy better step up
I been had the sauce so you ni**as better ketchup
Stay with the strap, yeah, we hittin' from the chest up
6 deep with the gang on the low in a Tesla
All black with a chrome Beretta
Took his flow and I'm doin' it better
In the cut, ain't no matter the weather
Talkin' sh*t and I'm clutchin' the level
[Verse 2: LEX PAIN]
Pull out the choppa, it makin' him hiccup
I get me a shiver, she su*kin' my dick up
He talkin' that sh*t but he wishin' ran up
Callin' up leg 'cause I need that Beretta
Six deep, pull up with the pressure
If lil' boy step up, he leave in a stretcher
All black with interior leather
Calm down, don't fu*k with a killer
You ni**as, my ni**as is greater
Gave her the tip, lil' shawty a waiter
Ballin' out like I play for the Lakers
On a roll, b*tch, I feel like a skater
She wanted dick, so I told her I'd cater
Had to snap, b*tch, I feel like a gator
Had to snap couple rounds out the Glock
Run up on me and I'm airin' the block
Run up on me, you get shot in yo face
Draggin' the body all over the state
Just like some alcohol, you gettin' chased
Hop out the Benz, I hop in a wraith
Put on a techno beat, shawty she feelin' me
Blowin' her back to the beat of the bass
Kickin' her out, like I need space
After she gone, the number erased
[Bridge: void]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, b*tch, I'm a killa
Gang, gang, gang, gang, I go gorillas
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah, it's a thrilla
Gang, gang, gang, gang, a Caterpillar
I keep the MAC on me, b*tches call me Steve Jobs
This loud pack got me higher than the Greek gods
I'm on the southside, shooters got the dead eyes
We be stackin' bread high, we yo' fu*king demise
[Verse 3: 1nonly]
Said I be riding fu*kin' dirty, now these b*tches on my dick
What the fu*k? What the fu*k? What the fu*k [?]
They be talkin', "1nonly, how the fu*k you get so big?"
Stack your money up and make it, holy fu*k, I'm getting rich
I be in the whip dirty ticket, admit it
You be countin' pennies, I be countin' all these digits
Wake up by my fist so cold how it's written
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Like holy sh*t, like holy fu*k, I'm high as fu*k, I can't relax
I got this money, got this money, [?] by the stack, broke b*tch
[Verse 4: $atori Zoom]
Glock, a bust down
Thot, she bust down
Hot, I fu*k now
Stop, I nut now
Watch the fu*k out
Knock, I'm up now
Shot, the bums down
Rock, I'm punk now
Milly rock, shine like I'm Johnny Dang, Dang, Dang
Silly watch, I don't need a thing but a gang chain
Iggy Pop with the punk rock, you a damn lame
55, but I run a hundred on the high way
See that wocky got you loose
Say it to ya face and then I say it in the booth
Hey, huh, what? fu*k you b*tches, I'm the truth
b*tch, I'm getting brain from ya main baby boo (Yuh, fu*k you too)