text: Know what Im sayin, know what Im sayin?
  Know what Im sayin?
  Heard they talkin shit bout I
  Who, what, when and why? 
  Im alive, just took one to revive 
  Keep that vibe when we show up and collide 
  Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I 
  In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties 
  Was talkin Frenchys, but she thinkin Ocean Prime 
  Know she keep an open mouth and open mind 
  I dont open up her door, she open mine 
  I need less stress and I need more thighs, yes 
  We on the jet quest, mobbin with the tribe, yes 
  In the headrest, one of 25, yes 
  Aint seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah 
  One, two, three, four, five, thats the countdown til I slide 
  Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side 
  Aint no fence just a hundred acres wide 
  When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
  I picked my favorite dancer out then pay her rent 
  At Christmas time its no Saint Nick, we got the Grinch 
  I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense 
  We took the crib, flood the backyard like its the beach 
  We did some things out on the ways that we cant speak
  All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat 
  I dont think these things I took is helpin me 
  I could bar up some more
  Had to gather the foes
  Had to count up the Os 
  Had to summon the hoes 
  Dodgin federal 
  I rolled through the light 
  Rollin the dice 
  Rock all my ice 
  Poppin that coochie 
  This down and groovy 
  To get down, get groovy 
  That bitch brown and choosey 
  Shawty , in a supersonic 
  Brand new LaFerrari , my bitch ride iconic
  One, two, three, four, five
  Thats the countdown til I slide 
  Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side 
  Aint no fence just a hundred acres wide 
  When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried 
  Was born in the movie 
  Never make excuses 
  It was time to move it 
  It was God and the Uzi 
  We were trained to use it 
  They were trained to use it 
  Shoot you like Cupid 
  Hit your medulla, yeah
  Shoot at, shoot at intruders 
  Then shoot your producer 
  Then she fuck the gang, get banged
  And fuck on the group, she a groupie 
  Love her when she choosin, hmm 
  Big bankroll its soothin, hmm 
  Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus
  I make em cuddle up, this not a movie
  One, two, three, four, five
  Thats the countdown til I slide 
  Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side 
  Aint no fence just a hundred acres wide 
  When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried