| AK-47 | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| Gangsta | 
| Look | 
| Okay, lil' six spot sellin' bean | 
| Three phones steady ringin' | 
| Chain cold and dental freezin' | 
| Never change on your people, yeah, yeah | 
| Never change on your people, yeah, yeah | 
| They better never change on me, either | 
| Big gun, Desert Eagle, knock a boy up out his sneakers | 
| In a truck, baby, this is not a two-seater | 
| I’m a don, I know you see all these goons with me, yeah | 
| On my son, I’ll never change on 'em neither | 
| Okay, I can’t see me up in no cell block | 
| Though we used to sell rocks | 
| Glad I used to play that block | 
| Graduated to that spot | 
| Now I’m livin' like a boss | 
| We got 'partments, we got lofts | 
| We gon' trap this bitch out, yeah | 
| Six spot sellin' bean | 
| Three phones steady ringin' | 
| 'Partment full of gasoline | 
| Loft full of cocaína | 
| We got what you need, bruh | 
| Hit me when you need some | 
| I could supply your re-up, uh, uh | 
| Okay, now hit me when it’s time to re-up | 
| I don’t need you in my spot tryna roll my weed up | 
| That’s a duh | 
| I don’t fuck with me no fuckin' leeches | 
| That’s a duh | 
| And it want what it want now I’m on | 
| I just got me | 
| Six spot sellin' bean | 
| Three phones steady ringin' | 
| Chain cold and dental freezin' | 
| Never change on your people, yeah, yeah | 
| Never change on your people, yeah, yeah | 
| They better never change on me, either | 
| Big gun, Desert Eagle, knock a boy up out his sneakers | 
| In a truck, baby, this is not a two-seater | 
| I’m a don, I know you see all these goons with me, yeah | 
| On my son, I’ll never change on 'em neither | 
| Okay, lil' six spot sellin' bean | 
| Yeah, steady beam | 
| Phone steady ringin' and she think I’m cheatin' | 
| I’m bringin' home all the chicken and she steady cheatin' | 
| You can’t be all on my phone speakin' Japanese | 
| Uh, are you talkin' Japanese? | 
| Yeah | 
| We ain’t got shit for free, yeah | 
| You ain’t got shit I need, yeah | 
| You ain’t got shit on me, yeah, uh | 
| Flyer than a B, but I got no wings, yeah | 
| Higher than my G, he think I’m seventeen, yeah | 
| He think I’m seventeen | 
| That clip hold seventeen, yeah | 
| Plus a thirty, huh, add another thirty, yeah | 
| Fuck up on a thotty, yeah | 
| Fuck all on her buddy, yeah | 
| Fuck her and her buddy, yeah | 
| Fuck up some more money, yeah | 
| Six spot sellin' bean | 
| Three phones steady ringin' | 
| Chain cold and dental freezin' | 
| Never change on your people, yeah, yeah | 
| Never change on your people, yeah, yeah | 
| They better never change on me, either | 
| Big gun, Desert Eagle, knock a boy up out his sneakers | 
| In a truck, baby, this is not a two-seater | 
| I’m a don, I know you see all these goons with me, yeah | 
| On my son, I’ll never change on 'em neither | 
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know | 
| Just got the block back | 
| Six spot sellin' bean | 
| Phone steady ringin' | 
| And they all here | 
| Got my name on it | 
| I’m a boss, huh, yeah | 
| Like I want, huh, yeah | 
| Uh, yeah, uh, yeah |