Outwest 290 sh*t n*gga you know how I'm rocking n*gga
Get your guns up get your funds up
You on that opp sh*t get mop stick b*tch straight gang sh*t
No hook let's get it
Alotta n*ggas breathing they shouldn't be breathing my young n*ggas kill for no reason
Its the killer season call me Cam'ron, pull up slam dunk sh*t call me Lebron
I be on the hide out when the police come leave a f*ck n*gga bloody he gon' need a tampon
I'm playing with no n*gga no n*gga no n*gga
I'm playing with no n*gga no n*gga no n*gga
b*tch I'm creeping in your bushes with this Mac on me
They gassed him up I'm a put that n*gga back on E
Hit the club mugged up b*tch I'm high off E
These stripper b*tches always tryna put that ass on me
Hit the mall and f*ck up all this cash on me
Point me to the n*gga say he gon' smash on me
These f*ck n*ggas fu, turned they back fast on me
The police watching me they tryna put a flash on me (gang)
These n*ggas soft, b*tch I'm grinding like I'm Tony Hawk
We hit yo block then come back all we see is chalk
These n*ggas lie on these tracks all they do is talk
n*gga better use your head before we knock it off
I get loose in this coupe b*tch my roof missing, ain't no competition n*ggas snitching call em stupid
These n*ggas fu and they cool with it
Somebody get whacked then we might have something to do with it
This street sh*t, b*tch I'm too in it
Say you riding foreigns but I'm knowing that sh*t too rented
We do hits out the mini van windows too tinted slide back that door I'm a shoot this b*tch for two minutes
Free my n*ggas out the jail cell until they free I'm a raise hell, hell yeah say it with your chest since you tough I put shells there
I grew up in the slums we had canned goods and welfare
Gang banging on some Foe sh*t I'm a rich n*gga ion want no broke b*tch dressed in all black like I'm Eazy E
Shout out to my jeweler got me looking like I'm Mr. T
Alotta n*ggas breathing they shouldn't be, one phone call have my youngins make a rest in peace
Hungry n*gga eat yo face then spit out yo teeth, I'm a dog on a b*tch walk up with a leash
Cruising down the block in my big box Chevy, feel like a baby on my shoulders cause my chain too heavy
f*ck a deal I go independent call me Webbie I'm sipping on this 1738 like Fetty
I keep a hollow in the chamber b*tch I'm always ready I'm always getting some money I'm about my fetty
b*tch you gon' suck my di*k or what doing all that frontin' that pus*y boy went bankrupt doing all that stunting
Trapping like a fool some mechanic with a tool snooze get put on the news let this rap sh*t fool you
Preacher man I'm the teacher man I'm gone school you remember being a broke n*gga made me easy to lose a b*tch
Now I'm getting money and I love to confuse it
b*tch I make it work for me my daddy told me to use a b*tch
Think twice before you lose your life in this music sh*t
I get so much money I don't know what to do with it
If you ain't getting no money I can put you in tune with it
I sweep you off yo feet, b*tch this mac got a broom in it
Catching bodies became a hobby I be shooting sh*t
Find out where your house at then I send my goons in it
b*tch I been the hottest and I already proven it
Water whip the bowl b*tch I put the spoon in it
Can't fit in my circle n*gga it ain't no room in it and I won't hit the club if I can't get my tool in it
b*tch I'm young Rambo cooler on the TEC doing hits out the Lambo limo you get stretched b*tch
I'm a young n*gga f*cking vet, he get in that jam and confess
That pus*y boy got put to rest
I just want the money you can keep the rest
Went to jail knocked my celly off the bunk bed
Doing all that sneak dissing b*tch we gon' bump heads Giuseppe'd up red bottoms are us got Margielas ion even wear bought em for what
n*ggas dissing on my name cause I got some fame
I got perfect aim leave yo ass in alotta pain
Call my jeweler and I buy alotta chains remember I was broke as a joke hit alotta stains I line a n*gga up what I see
Alotta brains smoking reefer like I'm Wiz Khalifa b*tch paper planes
We hit the club on some gang bang sh*t run a train on yo b*tch let my whole gang hit
n*ggas tryna steal my sh*t everybody know I started this no hook sh*t
I'm in Chiraq this as real as it get
Where you gotta watch your back, tote a strap before you get hit
He gon' need a sh*t bag when he sh*t line that n*gga ass up and I didn't miss