| Ridin' wit my chopper |
| I’mma beat him like his father |
| Now there’s blood on my Giuseppe’s |
| I don’t like no fuckin' Prada |
| Fuck he say, the fuck he say? |
| Fuck that nigga say? |
| Ridin' with my chopper |
| I’mma beat him like his father |
| Now there’s blood on my Giuseppe’s |
| I don’t like no fuckin' pradas |
| Put a knife up on my tec |
| Little FaceTime little Skype up for my tech |
| And it all happened right up on my set |
| SOS look like her for my tec |
| She give me top right before I jet |
| I need a yacht right before my jet |
| I smoke some dope right before I jet |
| Man, blast his ass then forget |
| Glo gang them my jits aye |
| Octane right here |
| I’m not saying what I did |
| Look at my watch Johnny God damn |
| We gon smoke it all |
| Catch him in an open field that’s an open fall |
| Bitch I will never fail or turn my fail to fall |
| I promise I’m not seeing y’all or hearing y’all |
| I get my karats flossed |
| Flexing like Dave the barbarian |
| This what I’m wearing yall |
| My chain win chains by experience yall |
| Smoking swishers |
| Counting money getting blisters |
| Handle your man we will fix you |
| All red right now I’m no Clifford |
| Cause I’m a dog, when it comes to fucking bitches |
| Cooling with my fans and taking pictures |
| And I got my pistol for them niggas |
| Imma a pistol fuck them niggas |
| What you see? Pistols popping nigga |
| Your cars on E fill em up little nigga |
| Your squad on D get em up little nigga |
| I got my feelings tucked little nigga |
| Right where my pistol tucked little nigga |