text: Ricky Racks
  Thats a groupie, bye, bitch
  Copped the coupe, thats my bitch
  We got sticks, we pop shit
  Look at these diamonds bitin
  Freakazoid chain on lightnin
  Weddin band rings aint wife shit, uh
  Nigga well bomb shit, ISIS
  .47 at the end, where the knife is
  Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
  Jetway, runway with the big face
  SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
  Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way 
  I gotta tell the truth, I was expected to lose, I had to pay my dues, yeah
  All of these chains on me, I brought the gang with me
  Put on the plain Philippe, yeah, pop that seal, hop off on a Lear
  How I feel, my mama wrist on trill
  Watch your daughter before she disappear
  Cause Im her father, I take care all my kids
  Splurge on em, look at them curbs on em
  Swerve the corners, she callin it spur of the moment
  Packin the shit, packin the, packin the dick in the bitch
  Oh, that is your bitch, I do not wanna just hit on her, leave
  You niggas be talkin like bitches, its pitiful, pitiful, makin me sick
  We pull out these choppers, start poppin, need critical, critter not makin its trip
  I wrap up a brick like a gift and I send it delivered
  Oh, you gotta survive, you lie, you live in the field
  No, no nigga alive can scare me, God is my shield
  Rode around the Nawfside givin out hundreds of bills
  Some of my soldiers aint survive, I never thought niggas be killed
  Look at my shows, my fans are live, the thrill is givin me chills
  Thats a groupie, bye, bitch
  Copped the coupe, thats my bitch
  We got sticks, we pop shit
  Look at these diamonds bitin
  Freakazoid chain on lightnin
  Weddin band rings aint wife shit, uh
  Nigga well bomb shit, ISIS
  .47 at the end, where the knife is
  Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
  Jetway, runway with the big face
  SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
  Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way 
  On the road, chocolate thunder, big rocks, royal rumble, turned her out to a runner, yeah 
  Jumpin out of the jungle, bring em in by the bundles, goin in for the summer, hey
  Wallet change like the cash
  .40 clip, make you do the forty-yard dash 
  Dont you hold nothin back 
  Rubber band, pop it, make you pop the whole ass, yeah
  Make me relocate , told me, Do not play, I do
  Sonic wildin , time to dive in 
  Backyard of the woods, gotta drive in
  Butterfly, the doors and you dive in
  Thats a groupie, bye, bitch
  Copped the coupe, thats my bitch
  We got sticks, we pop shit
  Look at these diamonds bitin
  Freakazoid chain on lightnin
  Weddin band rings aint wife shit, uh
  Nigga well bomb shit, ISIS
  .47 at the end, where the knife is
  Brick and a half, where the pipe is, uh
  Jetway, runway with the big face
  SK, gunplay, get a temp fade
  Migo gang, Nawfside, yeah, the gang way