text: Oh-oh
  Oh, yeah
  Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
  By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild
  Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
  Got nowhere to stay, bitch, Im runnin in your fuckin house 
  With them 30s out , fuck you talkin bout? 
  Yeah, ridin round round the city, I swear Im lurking out 
  Really Im high as shit, Im off a Perky now 
  Huh, nigga run up on me, Ima blow eem down
  So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
  Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin
  Uh, not talkin bout no pistol, talkin 30s now 
  Hey, hey, 30s now, 30 bands, 30 now 
  Oh my God, oh my God, Bitch Im high ass shit 
  Smokin loud, its so loud , bitch I cant hear shit 
  Bustdown on my wrist , bustdown on my bitch 
  I just hit a lick , I bust it down with my clique 
  Oh you know I came up from nothing 
  Yeah, you know a young nigga hustlin 
  Yeah, you know my chains, they be bustin 
  Yeah, you know my chains, they be bustin 
  Cuffed two damn bitches, I aint cuffin 
  Bitch, I aint say that you from nothing 
  Bitch, you know Ive been out here hustlin 
  Juggin and Finessin
  Trap goin crazy every time they see me out 
  I got all these bands on me, bustin out my palm 
  You can hate on me, but I swear you got no opps 
  Cause I got a .30 clip , thats thirty on my Glock