Loud and clear
Counting kills
I might rip
Ice on yeah
We roll deep
In the street
Fucking street
Fucking me
Can you hear me yeah, loud and clear
You see me counting money Foe nem counting kills
Dont make me mad, I might rip
Off your fucking face with all this ice on yeah
How we roll? We roll deep
You aint no fucking ghost, we catch you in the street
Hell nah, he aint fucking street
I look in the mirror, I see fucking me
I come from the slums 
Dirt on my thumb 
Sneak diss the don 
Get hit with thunder
You aint even on 
This dope be stronger than
All of you fuck niggas
And my chopper 
This bankroll broke the rubber band
All that fucking talking, yall aint saying shit
Bitch a fucking don is what I am
This bitch steady telling me that I aint shit
Do a drive-by in a Ram
You want beef, we make you a sandwich
You know that we with it, nigga yeah
Grab the blick, get at yall myself cuz Im selfish
All this ice on I aint melting
You might see me in a fucking coupe
Whats up in my cup its juice
And it aint no fucking deuce
All I know is fucking poo
We dont know who the fuck to shoot
I just spilled hi tech
All over my running shoes
All I see is green think its a sign
Tell me the fucking price and Im buying
Make me let em loose they come through firing
And they go n get you everytime
Imma stack up that cash
Imma say fuck them strags
On the way to fuck with my jeweler
I aint had enough of that yet
Imma say fuck it they mad
Bitches better stay where they at
Make them suffocate where they at
Till they want to play where they at
This bankroll broke the rubber band
All that fucking talking, yall aint saying shit
Bitch a fucking don is what I am
This bitch steady telling me that I aint shit
Do a drive-by in a Ram
You want beef, we make you a sandwich
You know that we with it, nigga yeah
Grab the blick, get at yall myself cuz Im selfish