Ayy, go
Go
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock , ayy
Foenem be loadin up
Smokin on dope before they hit your block 
Shoot them dice, hit your body 
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, Im feelin like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
In a big B, ayy 
What, you cant see? Ayy 
You know what it is, ayy, ayy 
Know what it may be, ayy, ayy 
I should blame the drugs, ayy, ayy 
But I blame me, ayy, ayy 
Yeah, thats my rank, ayy, ayy 
Whats my K/D? Ayy, ayy 
Keepin them squares, ayy, ayy 
Out of the tent, ayy, ayy 
We spendin new money, ayy, ayy 
Out of the rent, ayy, ayy 
Make two hundred bands, ayy 
Out of some lint, ayy, ayy 
You talkin real niggas, ayy 
Im up in the mix, ayy, ayy 
She heard my voice, ayy, ayy 
It made her moist, ayy, ayy 
Im up in the forest, ayy, ayy 
Trap with the boys, ayy, ayy 
You got no choice, ayy, ayy 
Bad bitch named Joyce, ayy, ayy 
Pickin up coins, ayy, ayy 
In the Rolls-Royce, ayy, ayy, ayy 
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock , ayy
Foenem be loadin up
Smokin on dope before they hit your block 
Shoot them dice, hit your body 
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, Im feelin like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
Last but not least, ayy, ayy 
You tryna find me? Ayy, ayy 
You better off findin Nemo, ayy 
Jump in the sea, ayy, ayy 
Her Uber was twenty dollars, ayy 
She live by me, ayy, ayy 
Bitch, Im John Madden, ayy 
Run it by me, ayy, ayy 
Aint no rules, ayy, ayy
NFL street, ayy, ayy 
Ho, get up off me, ayy, ayy 
You missed your beat, ayy, ayy 
Coughin up cheese, ayy, ayy 
Throwin up threes, ayy, ayy 
Spray it like Febreze, ayy, ayy 
Yeah, it can be that way, ayy, ayy
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock , ayy
Foenem be loadin up
Smokin on dope before they hit your block 
Shoot them dice, hit your body 
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, Im feelin like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay