Had to get the feeling right back, yeah
She want to give up neck, ayy
Do it dumb in the air like that, ayy, ayy
That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah
In the air like a baseball bat 
Bitch my pockets been on fat 
You aint never been in no Lac 
Baby I been getting guap
Right when Im sippin that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you cant take it, start running laps
We shooting baseball caps
Ran off on the plug, aint bring his eight-ball back
So damn high, I think I see God
Up with the squad, swing by the bars
The hearing is ours, I am the one
I feel like Chris Bosh, ducking the SWAT
Girl bye, Im in the car
Call you Kanye, you wouldnt get far
Straight from the collage, connected, hotspot
Middle fingers to cops, and to my opps, oh
Off xanny, Im the man
And you look so fan
Seven in the Wood, couldnt afford a gram
Where were you? Play with me and my fam
Bitch Im with the pup, ayy
Tryna call my bluff
Im the motherfuckin GOAT, ayy
Tell a nigga let go of my nuts, yeah
Foenem locked up
So I got to live it up
Baby doll want to fuck, yeah
But I cannot get it up, up
Ima be in this til Im 70
So high, look half-Japanese
Smoking up, loadin up magazines
She like how its real, I cant believe
Son say he want to come stay with me
He already know its okay with me
Said she love me, told her dont play with me
Bitch I been learned my ABCs
What you want?
Oh you want to smoke some dope?
LA, come and ride my boat
FN inside my coat
Dont try to play no games
Get the fuck out my face
Bitch Im in the game, EA
Know his mama love me baby
Hop out the car, bling blaow
Im already cute, bitch how?
Oh you see me VVd down
Throw the curve but wanna see me now
Two thirties aimed at the crowd
Watch your mouth
Ring your bell like a cow
Deep in the trenches, I aint even think I was gonna make it this far
Track on seven of seven, no lights but Im racin this car
Shots fired, we gotta chase him down before he run too far
Ayy, lost Moms and I turned around and I lost my pops
Grab the MAC, gotta make this bitch go glah-ta-ta
If you down then gotta motivate you, go hard
All this money comin in today
Aint shit have to worry bout tomorrow
If you out in the streets with your team
Dont be dumb, just be a lil smart
Still gotta watch my back
Know I be in Chiraq
Your dad be feedin my jack
Young nigga, its like that
Me and Tealy, SD
FN with the thirty
Junkie might come serve me
Big boss like Fredo
Up a chopper, go Tadoe
Spillin sauce like queso
But we combat, fatal
Bitch get out my face though
She like damn its an eight in the cup though
And this beat too tough though
Click clack, do you need a drumroll?
Had to get the feeling right back, yeah
She want to give up neck, ayy
Do it dumb in the air like that, ayy, ayy
That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah
In the air like a baseball bat 
Bitch my pockets been on fat 
You aint never been in no Lac 
Baby I been getting guap
Right when Im sippin that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you cant take it, start running laps
We shooting baseball caps
Ran off on the plug, aint bring his eight-ball back
Yeah ooh, too swagger for two shoes
Empty the corner flu, bossed up like I flew
In your Trues, bitch Im with my crews
Every draco got a woo, play a bitch like its a coup
Watchin out for the feds, crackin out shit like cans
Aint tryna help me with a scam, nigga I aint know your mans, hey
Oh you do it for the Gram? Catch your ass all in that cam, ayy
Shawty say she wanna come slide, its 11 AM