| I don’t ask, I just take | 
| And be sure, my boy, I’m gonna get okay | 
| Far away from all their claims | 
| 'Cause they switch their bags like we switch them lanes | 
| I don’t ask, I just take | 
| And be sure, my boy, I’m gonna get okay | 
| Far away from all their claims | 
| 'Cause they switch their bags like we switch them lanes | 
| I don’t need a number to be a savage | 
| My thug’s life got a little more lavish | 
| She sucked a dick, she’s speaking non-Spanish | 
| Pussy get wet, absorbing that damage | 
| I know you, bad actor, what you’re holding under your mattress | 
| Boy, stop playing like it’s a gun, it’s just fucking Tetris | 
| Sometimes all I really want just to fuck my illy hella hoes | 
| All they stay at home smoke that sticky-icky Cali weed dro | 
| All by myself, don’t need no help, hoe | 
| I will rob your wealth, tho | 
| All black in the stealth mode | 
| Got my own flow | 
| Bet the bitch skeet up on a good blow | 
| Yeah I’m talking about that yay-yo | 
| She goes down when I say so | 
| She’s a ratchet, no halo | 
| Moving silent I stay low | 
| Pussy, I’m in my hood 24 hours a day | 
| And it always snows so I was working like a slave | 
| No fear, we let it sprint | 
| Came from the motherland of the AK | 
| I don’t get what you’re saying, you’re super-sayings | 
| But you’re super lame, gonna put you in the grave | 
| All the shit you put is fun, gotta drum-rum | 
| Bo-bo-bo-bom, hold me in your dome | 
| Mother looks at her son, I start my work | 
| When the sun goes down (ding-dong) | 
| Stuck in the damn streets with no exit | 
| 'Bout to get a hookup, hoes start flexing | 
| Fuck a jealousy, if they wanna be fancy | 
| They better wanna be when the diamonds are dancing | 
| Any motherfucker wanna test me, bitches, cars | 
| Think twice before you wanna play | 
| 'Cause you don’t know shit about us | 
| Bitches call me Ruso Papi, Ruso Papi | 
| This rap shit is my life, ain’t my hobby | 
| Don’t care who you with and who you copy | 
| I’ve always been there to help somebody | 
| You still filming shit you ain’t got | 
| I know your bitch, and she a thot | 
| I’m posted up with my heathens on my block | 
| Get the fuck outta here when I do my job | 
| I don’t ask, I just take | 
| And be sure, my boy, I’m gonna get okay | 
| Far away from all their claims | 
| 'Cause they switch their bags like we switch them lanes |