text: Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Straight up
  Straight up, straight up
  Straight up, straight up
  Straight up, straight up
  Straight up, straight up
  Let a nigga get inside 
  Gotta wear a seatbelt when you ride 
  Im keepin my Jimmy on tied 
  I can count that shit with no eye 
  You killed my partner, we ride 
  Lil nigga, we aint lettin shit slide 
  Yall niggas aint lettin shit die 
  Yeah 
  Hit a nigga bitch outside 
  Then I pulled up the V-Live 
  And we had them sticks outside 
  Drinkin on lean, Im tired 
  Yall niggas cant join my live 
  I aint givin no high fives 
  Yall niggas fuck around and be wired 
  Yeah
  Drop-head Phantom on me 
  Whole lotta hunnids on me 
  Whole lotta rubber bands, nigga, fuck a rubber band
  Nigga, whole bookbag me 
  Ten Ms, yessirski 
  Whole lotta hoes, they ski 
  Cocaine white like teeth 
  LA hoes on deck 
  Thirty rounds hangin out the TEC 
  Yall niggas rookies, Im a vet 
  Put a peephole through your neck 
  I just wanna talk about the check 
  Made a quarter ticket, bought a Vette 
  Savage still poppin, Im set 
  We was chargin ten for em first 
  And I want ten for a verse 
  Fuck that, nigga want ten-times-ten for a verse 
  Ten-times-ten in your hearse 
  I dont go to church, I curse 
  I aint tryna kiss that bitch, lil bitch, Ima put it on your chin when I burst 
  Hit your main bitch, yessirski 
  Doin donuts in the 6, yessirski 
  You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski 
  She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty 
  Draco with the drum and its dirty 
  Pineapple crush, its so dirty 
  Come and get your bitch, she so thirsty 
  Im finna pass her to the gang, yessirski 
  Fuck nigga came in his house 
  I aint panic, no, I aint hide 
  I aint know the bitch was your bride
  He tried to argue with me, then he got fired 
  I aint wanna cap or lie 
  And me and her dont got ties 
  Watch how I walk, how I slide 
  Put your girlfriend on the block list, 1600 Suicide Squad 
  These niggas tryna have beef with me, I dont even like shit thats fried 
  Broke nigga never paid five hunnid for some cod
  Bitch, got my speakers up too loud, yeah
  Two-door coupe, Ima ride 
  Got your bitch ridin shotgun, give me head nods, yeah
  Im in the stu all day, yeah
  I can go verse for a verse, yeah
  I dont even pray cause Im cursed, woah
  This for a Glock, not a purse, yeah
  These niggas fakin they life, yeah
  These niggas takin fake Perc, no
  I know they stomachs all hurt
  Dick too deep, her stomach hurt 
  Put that boy right on a shirt 
  I hit your main bitch, yessirski 
  Doin donuts in the 6, yessirski 
  You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski 
  She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty 
  Draco with the drum and its dirty 
  Pineapple crush, its so dirty 
  Come and get your bitch, she so thirsty 
  Im finna pass her to the gang, yessirski 
  Glenwood Road, Im poppin 
  Nigga, fuck the opps, Im poppin 
  Call them niggas flies, they droppin 
  Drop it in the bowl, its lockin 
  Straight up out the 6, Im cocky 
  Almost went hollow off on Austin 
  Block get hot like Takis 
  Ima dope-boy, you a jockey 
  None of yall niggas can stop me 
  Fuckin with the Crips, on God-y 
  Bitch, dont spit, just swallow it 
  Hit your baby mama, she follow me 
  Hit him with the stick, he hollerin 
  21 Al-Qaeda, Im Taliban 
  Yall lil niggas be gossipin 
  Yall fly Spirit, Im charterin 
  Yessirski