Almighty Glo nigga
Gang gang
You know how we bummin, man
You know how we rockin and rollin, man
You know how we bleed man
Pour the lean, I go to sleep
Poppin out, they notice me
In a spot thats all OG
Trap doin ten bowls a week
Fourty Gs a day, thats me, you get ten shows a week
I slide through, ten Glocks
I pour up pints and smoking Ps
Out the 448 ridin straight A
I go more nuts than a pay day
But I go more nuts than a nutty bar
I pop out, and make it rain like its pay day
We got the pounds, you wanna move some?
We got the rounds, you wanna shoot some?
Who wants some, who wants some?
Who want some, who want some?
We got the racks, you wanna hold some?
We got the pack, you wanna blow some?
Who wants some, who wants some?
Who want some, who gon do some?
Gambino aka Meatroll
Mr. check the peephole with like three poles
Its Chief Lo aka the janiter
Mr. Ring your bell then replenish ya
When I pour up, its no plastic
Straight drop, yeah its all 
Inside my car, look like all 
Off a pill and I might crash it
On my way to hit your block, but I might pass it
Spin back, turn your pack Jurrasic
And we we spin back, niggas turn elastic
Pop out, buck buck, see who run the fastest
Goddamn shells sticky, have some pounds
No introductions man, they know who I am
In LA ridin around with my lambs
300 bitch, you know we got 300 shells
Pop pop, reload, then cock
You done started something
Watch where you dont watch
You aint gon fry nothing
I can tell by how you hold a pot
You dont sell dope
I can tell by how you move the rocks
Make love to the cash, Im so romantic
Diamonds in my watch, looking Titanic
House looking gigantic
You best come tryna start shit at my mansion
I aint got security, I got a hundred poles
Like I got a hundred hands, you running like a runny nose
I got a hundreds bands on me and a hundred shots
You think DJ makes a lot with 
I dont want that cup, that shit watered down
I dont want that Spirte, that shit flat as hell
Tell that pussy hit my phone, he want a pack to sell
I tell his ass come get it, then I crack his shells
Im smoking on the Tooka, you was smoking Fookah
You wanna disturb my peace, you are no Luda
Did I hear about ya, you are no 
You aint sending shots, you are no scoomer
You aint ballin nigga, youre no shooter
You cant manoeuvre me, you are no move
You cant teach me shit, youre no tutor
The belly of the beast erupt, youre no