(Verse 1) They say the good die young, well I'm a bad a** Never had a 9-5 I needed fast cash Don't try to cross me, I'll k** you n***as, dead a** And when I smoke your favourite rapper with his dead a** Last year I bought a beemer just to crash that sh** it was a CPN, the streets can have that Look, I got your b**h testing molly like a lab rat Get out your body and it's bombs over Baghdad 2K16, made 30k off itunes They like "that boy showing his a** like a baboon" Smiley (swipe?) everything, we don't buy rooms Roof (crisp?) get a steak and (cracked/cried?) fried (ragu?) I'm a stand up dude Glock 30 it's my (rule?) We make it do what it do Your man is a fool, pop him like balloons Took your girl to the room I got her naked she nude Eating on her p**y like food f** her and send her back to dude To finish I swear it cost a rack I got that b**h outta sack All of you n***as talk smack I (?) got the mack And b**h I'm sippin that tech You lie and say you sippin Act You run up on me you get wet p**y boy that's a fact Applying pressure, never let up n***a talking crazy hit em with that metal Got (?) like the devil Double cups like I'm a rebel Pull up on him with that hammer Watch them n***as start running 30 shots in that clip, n***as know how I'm bummin