Man, you know how we rocking, man, what?
You want what?
2 for 5, roll your ass to Wabash, man, we on the Front, man
Buy a dub get a dub, you know how we rocking, man 
What? You want some free weed? Call Ball, man, my shit for sale
Gang, gang, nigga, Dipset, nigga, Frontstreet, nigga, Glo Gang, nigga
Ayy, ayy
Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack 
Til I seen a nigga icy, let me get that 
Hit up my connect, I need a six pack 
When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack 
Bitch, I aint rich, bitch, Im hood rich 
Still on the Front, hitting hood licks 
Engine in the trunk, pounds under the hood, bitch 
A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch 
Foenem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry 
Thought that we was lacking, thats another story 
Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues 
Blood Money a mafia, no suwu 
Free my nigga Dae Dae folks is goin cray-cray 
Shoot on sight when that nigga say-say 
Free my nigga Kaykay, he was down for ten Ks 
Running in niggas crib, asking where they safe-safe 
Frontstreet bitch, nigga we dont play-play 
Ride down M.O.B. with 30s and AKs 
I got big guns same height as Kay Kay 
Nigga try to play us shoot him in his face-face 
Bitch, what it is, what it do, bitch? 
Who the fuck is you, what crew, bitch? 
Your highness with his boys name is Krüe, bitch
Trulla, trulla, glulla, glulla thats the crew, bitch 
Gang, gang, no squad, squad 
Grrrang grrrang, shot-shots 
Bang-bang with Glocks-Glocks 
Pull up on your block get popped shot glah, nigga 
Ayy, Im your Papa, nigga 
Why? Cause I get lots gwop, nigga 
You get less gwop, nigga 
Flintstones, Bedrock, nigga 
Aaliyah, rock your block, nigga 
Rock your block with them Glocks and chops, nigga 
We dont go move, we wont stop, nigga 
All you hear is bang, bang, graah, nigga, graah, nigga 
Get popped, nigga 
Hollows catch your ass, you get dropped, nigga 
I got a check and went and bought the lot, nigga 
Member posted on the block with pots, nigga 
Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack 
Til I seen a nigga icy, let me get that 
Hit up my connect, I need a six pack 
When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack 
Bitch, I aint rich, bitch, Im hood rich 
Still on the Front, hitting hood licks 
Engine in the trunk, pounds under the hood, bitch 
A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch 
Foenem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry 
Thought that we was lacking, thats another story 
Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues 
Blood Money a mafia, no suwu 
Blood Gang, bitch, Im with the Blood Gang 
You aint on nothing, you little man 
With them little ass chains 
And them fake ass rings 
All that fake ass jewelry 
Why you wear that man? 
Why the fuck you flexin, why you flossin? 
Bitch, Im gloin, like my car, Im glossin 
Your bitch gave me top, her lip gloss glossy 
Cause I came through fucking flossin 
Check out my Johnny Dang, nigga 
Niggas actin like they on some gang shit 
Nigga we be on that gangbang shit 
Click-clack, bang shit 
Put this pistol to your brain shit 
Now what the fuck you saying, bitch? 
I roll with the Klan, bitch, the Ku Klux Klan, bitch 
We still believe in God 
We either in Raris or 
We in them Beamer cars 
Remember saying Sir, Im done, I need another pack 
Remember saying Sir, Im done, I need another sack 
Fifty sack, hundred pack, five hundred pack, nigga 
I run through that, and I get my fucking check, nigga 
Posted up in Wala 
And I got my Glock-Glock, get shot-shot 
Remember when we broke in Wala, nigga 
Why? Cause we some young wilds, nigga 
Im ballin, bitch, I took the ball and kicked that 
Try and take my wristwatch, you get a shit bag 
Knock-knock up on my door, Im like Who is that? 
Its a clucker and she say she need a ten pack 
Smokin Tooka with a Ruger
Fuck around, come through do a hit off the scooter, ayy 
The fuck niggas we come through boomin
Disturbin the peace like Luda, ayy 
Check out my watch and my chain, look lady, Im cooler 
Im Frontstreet, I ride past then I shoot em 
If this about that money, I maneuver 
Measure weight, I be getting to it 
You aint got the right money then I fool ya 
Hop up in my Beemer, pull up on ya, pull up to ya 
Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack 
Til I seen a nigga icy, let me get that 
Hit up my connect, I need a six pack 
When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack 
Bitch, I aint rich, bitch, Im hood rich 
Still on the Front, hitting hood licks 
Engine in the trunk, pounds under the hood, bitch 
A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch 
Foenem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry 
Thought that we was lacking, thats another story 
Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues 
Blood Money a mafia, no suwu