Aye
Aye nigga
Aye, its me and gang nigga, take nigga, got the bag, got the cup nigga
Shoot you up if you say sum
You know how we rockin baby
Aye aye, bang bang nigga, aye
Boy my fucking watch cost a brick 
And my favorite car, the X6 
Stop the fucking flexing boy, you not with the shits 
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a nigga shit back 
We take the streets and start locking these shits 
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser 6 pack 
Got some money still tote choppas and shit 
Knock knock at my door, Im at the peep hole like who is that? (Who the fuck is this? aye
Whatchu want man?
Who the fuck is this? aye
Fuck is this? aye
Who the fuck is this? aye)
What you need, a fucking six pack? 
Knocking on my door , is you with the damn feds? 
What you need a fucking 10 pack? 
Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that 
You say fuck Glo out your mouth, we push your fucking wig back 
We got pistols in the club, fuck security, we slid that
I flow so hard, it made bulletproof shit crack
I’m Snoop Dizzle, I’m the motherfucking shiznat 
Im rolling in that Koenigsegg 
All the hoes wanna give a kiss 
Im smoking on that piss sack 
It smell like I just got done taking a piss 
You smoking on that shit pack 
And it smell like you just got done taking a shit 
Imma customize a SIG MAC 
Cause you aint never seen that shit 
She suck my dick, I gave that bitch a tic-tac 
Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit 
They come through gates, now we coming in the back 
Catch yo ass barbecue you in with that 
Dear Mister Your Honor, I aint sinning yet 
Im just getting money Im all in with that 
He shouldve couldve wouldve, boy you couldnt shit 
Its Back From the Dead 2, Im zombie-ing bitch 
Boy my fucking watch cost a brick 
And my favorite car, the X6 
Stop the fucking flexing boy, you not with the shits 
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a nigga shit back 
We take the streets and start locking these shits 
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser 6 pack 
Got some money still tote choppas and shit 
Knock knock at my door, Im at the peep hole like who is that? 
Pull off coming back , turn you into a running back 
Pull up in New Jersey, Mapes and Bergen nigga, slump yo ass 
Im off the Henny, and the Pepsis, Xanax, and the Thrax 
In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flat 
Leave a nigga on his back , he shouldve fucking had his back-up 
Bullets gave him a disease 
Now this pussy need a fucking checkup 
Bullets gave his ass the hiccups 
You want war? Nigga get up, lets get up 
I’m an artist, I paint pictures nigga, I rant nigga 
Boy my fucking watch cost a brick 
And my favorite car, the X6 
Stop the fucking flexing boy, you not with the shits 
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow a nigga shit back 
We take the streets and start locking these shits 
These choppa shells the same size as a Budweiser 6 pack 
Got some money still tote choppas and shit 
Knock knock at my door, Im at the peep hole like who is that?