DP on the beat
Smokes! Glo!
Blood gang, man
Motherfuckas know how we rockin, man
Glo Gang or no gang, man
Stupid blunts man, four wheel drive man, stupid kush
So motherfuckin high right now man
Motherfuckin mansion man, got all these acres, square feet
I dont know where the fuck Im at man, feel me?
All type of whips outside
M6s, Audis, and shit
Ayy, Bally
Ayy, ayy, pass me the Rawlings, ayy, ayy
So I can ball
Bitches already know that we ballin
Im at The Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Choppas out, get em, boys
Got them dogs out, sniff em
Runnin round your kitchen, where yo shit at?
Send my locksmith at yo door
Send my block, at your folks
Send that glo, we posted on the glo block with big ass poles
Where the glo block at? North suburbs
In my mansion, bitch, ya never heard
Where its at? You never know
Try to follow me, then Ima blow
I can be drivin, still got the pipe
Be drivin, and Ill still take your life
Pull up on ya bitch, Im still taking flight
Im off the tooka and Im still getting high
And higher, ayy
Waiting for the days to go by, and by-er, ayy
Only thing that matter is the money, ayy
Wake up in the morning yawning ayy, gettin money
Fuckin honeys, fuckin thots
Fuck nigga, fuck up your party or your posse
Turn it to a pool party
Almighty, you mighty
In my 290
Catch you, you a body
Under him, ayy, what was wrong with him?
I dont know, cause Im bipolar
When he shoot, he shoot at your shoulder
Have yo pipe up, catch you, rawlings
Nigga we dont carry holsters
Riding with a interlapse, aint got time for that chitter chat
Fuck nigga got me Ima get em back
This choppa break a niggas back
 nigga