text: Ah
  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 hot as shit, huh
  Smokin loud, its so loud, bitch, I cant hear shit, huh
  Bust down on my wrist, huh, bust down on my bitch, huh
  I just hit a lick, huh, I bust it down with my clique, huh
  Oh you know I came up with nothing 
  And you know a young nigga hustlin 
  Yeah, you know my chains they be bustin
  Yeah, you know my chains they bе bustin
  Cuffed two bitches I aint cuffin
  Bitch, I aint say that you from nothing
  Bitch, you know Ive been out hеre 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 .30 clip, thats thirty in my Glock