| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Ayy, look at who they called gang (Who?) |
| Niggas goofier than a bitch, though |
| Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? |
| Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I’m lit now |
| Still screamin', «Fuck |
| «changed the country for the Hip Hop |
| Nigga walkin' in with the gang, shut shit down like |
| , don’t play with his |
| His wrist like Baby kids, can of whip like Dede bitch |
| Fuck your man, I’m in Australia, bitch |
| Fuck your ho', won’t date that bitch |
| Walk in still swung, know you hate that shit |
| ten K of my shit |
| Beast to East, rappin' 'bout deep in the street |
| All you niggas keepin' peace |
| I guess eatin' fruits, I don’t got a girl, ain’t no sleep with me |
| Do shit like gang, Gs on me, hundred, freezin' the piece |
| Tell me, freeze, please, we gone, we out, I hope niggas holdin' it down |
| This ain’t no foldin', clown, too much drip, this lil' bitty bitch gon' drown |
| That lil' boy shit won’t stop, she called me, «Foul», but how? She keepin' with |
| y’all |
| We just jump deep in the crowd, turnt up with them, touch my piece you go down |
| You know I press it a lot, iced out Baby, whack you, bye-bye-bye |
| Corbin thuggin', sticks when we’re in here clubbin', rich nigga shit, |
| don’t touch us |
| This shit bussin', Ice Box |
| had the most fall in Kentucky |
| It got chucky, they don’t wanna play, then we dump 'em, spot it, on fire, |
| it’s jungle |
| Say she love me, lil' bitch just tryna get lucky, 'cause she know a nigga |
| gettin' money |
| Ayy, look at who they called gang (Who?) |
| Niggas goofier than a bitch, though |
| Throwin' dirt on my name (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? |
| Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I’m lit now |
| Still screamin', «Fuck |
| «changed the country for the Hip Hop |
| Old niggas with no figures, I don’t care 'bout who you used to be (No) |
| Quarter milly in GBP, that’s three-forty in USD |
| That’s ten mill in this USB, turn Quart Stone like USG |
| And usually they ain’t usin' me (No), but I let it slide, they ain’t usin' teeth |
| Lamb' truck with a shanked tuck, this ain’t cheap meat that you’re eatin' bitch |
| (No) |
| Private jet, I’m leavin' quick, hit StillBrick' and I need a brick |
| Got choppers out when they stop us now, these pussy pigs won’t leave the kid |
| They found a stick in my niggas whip with a silencer and a full clip |
| How you turn a AK into a Draco? I need to know right now (How?) |
| I got one but don’t use it, 'cause it’s too big when I ride out |
| It’s a old one and it’s wooden (It's wooden) |
| You ho', you said that you wouldn’t (You said that you wouldn’t) |
| Do-do all of this hate and shit and come, tell my girl is a woman (Bitch) |
| Now I’m on the phone to my stylist, in that high live, I need another bag |
| (Wagwan?) |
| She proper mad like, «Damn bro, you got caught again with another slag» |
| I gotta stop with this cheatin' shit (Fuckin' hell, man) |
| I got a Scorpio, not the .32 one, yo, this gun got a nina clip |
| Ayy, look at who they called gang (Who?) |
| Niggas goofier than a bitch, though |
| Throwin' dirt on my (Why?), must be fuckin' your bitch, huh? |
| Prayin' on my downfall (Why?), sick as hell 'cause I’m lit now |
| Still screamin' «Fuck |
| «changed the country for the Hip Hop |