| Aw shit | 
| Aw shit | 
| Yeah | 
| All that | 
| I know pimps | 
| I know hustling ass bitches | 
| I know dealers | 
| I know cold-hearted killers | 
| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck | 
| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling | 
| I know pimps | 
| I know hustling ass bitches | 
| I know dealers | 
| I know cold-hearted killers | 
| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck | 
| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling | 
| I’m chilling, I brung 'em in here | 
| They’re my niggas, they’re my familia | 
| They’re my bitches, they might kill ya' | 
| That’s my main thang, that’s her sister | 
| We ain’t married, but we live here | 
| And for better or for worse we getting millions | 
| Low riders at the airport, now guess who sent them | 
| To pick my homie up, he just getting here | 
| From Cali to Dallas, Atlanta, now we back again | 
| We live this life, you niggas just be repping it | 
| Coupe roof milkyway, got the stratosphere | 
| Rap-rapping out of my mind got me up in here | 
| I know pimps | 
| I know hustling ass bitches | 
| I know dealers | 
| I know cold-hearted killers | 
| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck | 
| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling | 
| I know pimps | 
| I know hustling ass bitches | 
| I know dealers | 
| I know cold-hearted killers | 
| All of 'em in the house and you nervous as fuck | 
| But I’m chilling, I’m chilling | 
| Yeah | 
| Yeah | 
| Yeah | 
| Da da | 
| Da da | 
| Da da | 
| Eastside | 
| Andretti | 
| Luger |