I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if youre not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang
Dont approch me if it aint bout money
Boy you know how Im comin
No, I cannot pull up
She say Im actin funny
I hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, What you up to? Nothin
She let me fuck this mornin
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you dont fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, its to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
Its 300, them guys with me
We bout it, no Master P
Smokin this celery
Countin a salary
You did not ride with me
Cause you were doubtin me
You couldve had your name on a Big Falcon tee
Im swervin, Im not suburban
We aint worried, yeah, we searchin
Dont get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if youre not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
Ill buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, its gon round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
Im feelin lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Dont make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
Youre with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin
Am I slurrin?
Am I slurrin?
Bitches say I look better in person
Im swervin, Im not suburban
We aint worried, yeah, we searchin
Dont get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if youre not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang
Im ridin with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you dont understand me
Blah, go the toaster
Im hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You dont want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed aint got no seeds
Your bed aint got no freak
I just pod up four threes
Youre runnin out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
Im runnin out of dreams
Im swervin, Im not suburban
We aint worried, yeah, we searchin
Dont get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if youre not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang