Hop in that bitch and I go, I cannot stress this bitch no more Fifty racks, came outside for the mall, still come kick down Yo Doe, I don't got no time for no fuck shit, All in the back and lil' baby gon' bust it All of my homies, they printed out blue and they knew it, I knew it as soon as I touch it Bad joint, hop out the whip, Let a nigga up and I'ma op out the stick Say you finna catch me in traffic, My lil' nigga in the backseat, shoot it, op out the whip I ain't finna fuck shit, nah, nah, Hop in that skat and that's that I made her put a whole tat in her back, Used to talk real crazy to a nigga, but I made her put it back in her track 703, put the dice back down to the ground, But you know a nigga betting on me Broke boy, he ain't got nothing on me, I hop out the whip, I'm stuntin' on three Niggas on dick and they hoverin', I'm poppin' so hard, that bitch let my brother hit Tropical water on me like a feature, I used to set that shit up on the beach I know the scammers, the trappers, the killers, Tryna cut baby peppers in some pillars I'm with the A's, smokin' gorilla, You see my jacket, this shit, she chill I just got back on road, now I'm iced up, Like I just got 50 out of DR Sendin' you fuckboys to the ER, They say nobody poppin', bitch, but we are Bitch, I might land in the strip of Miami, My bitches gon' fuck me and never gon' dub me Right out the dealer, I send it, they push it, Girl, and I know that they never gon' touch me Bitches gon' have me, gon' lock it, All of my niggas, they dog, can't stand with no ducky All of my rap friends, don't y'all come around, Shinin' that ice, my man might buck it Now that I'm all independent, I'm out of my label, I promise, I play about nothin' Ain't got no label restrictions, The politics niggas, they talkin', they playin', I'ma bust it Ayy, like I a juggernaut sticker, though, I got that greed on my body like Piccolo She wanna fuck with a gigolo, I'm hittin' these hoes by the deuce like Bigelow Ayy, granted I came out of dirt, Throwin' a vent, the door slammin', I came out, I skirt Nigga, don't play on my turf, Play with this chopper, I bet that shit rain on your earth You want a wifey, you said that you'll give her your worth, I hate that shit, it was dirt Then I slid off in a vert, Felt like Convertible Bert, Ayy Ayy, I fought swans, NFL trainin', In the game with a NFL trainer Movin' Pell Tracker on a Trailblazer, Caught a sale with a major bell changer I'm in the lead in a league of my own, Supplyin' the peace, get a piece and be gone I'm in the streets and they ringin' my phone, Surprising to me, I can't leave it alone I'm in a sports car, Roll down the window and then I'm fast in the sports car Don't tell me you love her, Permanent stain in the streets, I got love scars Big head full of mushrooms, I take some and reach up Lifestyle sliddy, clippin' the stainless, Lifestyle of the rich and the famous Close quarters in the whip where the gangsta pipe down Up in here for a spanky, Pull up, fuck around the bend I walk down, never sleep, yeah, I got power, no critique, yeah Only cowards like to speak, yeah, Barber shop, we for real, yeah Grippy clipper, split a weed, yeah, Caught a clippy in a wheelchair We gon' reward this time, Put it on party time Turnin' your party down, And I'm gon' fall to my own I'm a god in my own I'm a god in my own