text: I put my foot on the gas, take off
  I cannot let these boys pass me
  Make a move and the scene gon get nasty
  He get jammed since he wanna be flashy
  Keep a shooter on deck, tell him, Blast him
  So you already know he gon blast him
  Mario Bros, smash him
  He get hit with that Glock if he back in
  Ill hit that shit, hold the neck
  A chest shotll break out his back
  Smokin dope in the back of the Bach 
  Got a Glock with a TEC round the neck 
  Its no warnings, he talk, he get stretched 
  I dont like when they talk out their neck 
  If we comin, we comin correct 
  Nah, if we comin, we comin with straps, facts
  Bro throwin bullets, he gettin you picked off
  Receive the pack like we just got the kick off
  Shoutout to Yola, no Clifford, thats big dawg
  Wont fuck your bitch cause she dont get my dick hard
  Quick to spin right down your block 
  No mask on, throw couple shots
  Hit him up, aint talkin 2Pac
  Lift him up, yes, you can get rocked 
  Ill do my dance on that ho 
  Throwin ones while she dance on the pole 
  I hit that shit on the low, psych
  I hit that shit wit my bro 
  Kick her out, that bitch gotta go 
  She gon make me late for my show 
  And she lovin the way that I flow 
  Im hot, bitch, drop and roll 
  Get with me 
  Im catchin vibes from Silly 
  They know I ride with killas 
  And them killas know I get busy, facts
  It get wicked 
  And they know I stay on my pivot 
  Make a move and I swear youll go missin
  Where he at? He swim with the fishes
  Im in the trap with a bad bitch
  Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin 
  She doin tricks, gymnastics
  He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin 
  My niggas spin it, cause madness
  All yall niggas bitches and cappin
  When we hit your block, it get tragic
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin 
  Im in the trap with a bad bitch
  Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin
  She doin tricks, gymnastics
  He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin
  My niggas spin it, cause madness
  All yall niggas bitches and cappin
  When we hit your block, it get tragic
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin 
  I fucked the bitch once, then I passed it 
  My boys do the job with a passion 
  They shoot the gun once, then they pass it 
  Extended clips, no more on my way 
  Need a drum because .30s, they average 
  Stay with a dime, my bitch, she not average 
  So much money, these niggas cant match it 
  Look at all of this guap we havin 
  So much money, these niggas cant match it 
  He so broke, light a blunt with some matches 
  I remember we slept, dirty mattress 
  On that beat made your girl just got dancin 
  Hit my shoulder, we coolin, relaxin 
  She keep twerkin, I look at her backend 
  Because that girl keep tryin get my bag in 
  Foreign my whips, and I slide in Philly 
  And I got a lil bitch, thats my diamond filling 
  Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly 
  Told her my name was Richard, The Master Mille 
  Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli 
  Im in Nawf and my pockets got half a milli 
  Watch her know where what my laugh is
  My boy in the cut just like T-Bop because my neck is so chilly, yeah
  Im in the trap with a bad bitch
  Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin 
  She doin tricks, gymnastics
  He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin 
  My niggas spin it, cause madness
  All yall niggas bitches and cappin
  When we hit your block, it get tragic
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin 
  Im in the trap with a bad bitch
  Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin
  She doin tricks, gymnastics
  He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin
  My niggas spin it, cause madness
  All yall niggas bitches and cappin
  When we hit your block, it get tragic
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin
  Hold on, hold on, hold on
  Yeah, gang shit, every day we mobbin
  We... he say I fell off, I dont...
  Feel me, Im just dustin a lil rust off, you hear me?
  Hold on, hold on, uh
  Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it
  Im smokin dope with my partner
  Feet up, eatin noodles, no lobster 
  Fuck want, nigga? You can get shot up
  King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta 
  My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa
  Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa 
  Like a bike with no brakes, you cant stop us
  Hold up, hold up
  Bro, shoot that shit up, they dont know us 
  Got a Glock with a laser, come show up 
  Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked
  Saw that nigga in person, he froze up 
  The hollows had lit that man soul up 
  Hit that shit by they neck and they know us 
  Smoking dope in the back of the Rover
  Im in the trap with a bad bitch
  Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin 
  She doin tricks, gymnastics
  He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin 
  My niggas spin it, cause madness
  All yall niggas bitches and cappin
  When we hit your block, it get tragic
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin 
  Im in the trap with a bad bitch
  Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin
  She doin tricks, gymnastics
  He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin
  My niggas spin it, cause madness
  All yall niggas bitches and cappin
  When we hit your block, it get tragic
  All jokes to the side, we aint laughin