2 Dogg Coupe, 400 chips J.K. Watts cost two bricks Stole another record, she doin' splits I got a bag of mollies, know she wanna lick Make a girl, kiss a girl, *** her Turn this *** into Molly world Now she geekin' off them drugs, makin' faces, like Lil Durk Don't need a compliment, cause I know I'm the *** All that sights on me, I'm frozen as bitch Look like I'm sellin' dope, need a stove in this bitch So these girls wanna *** like gold in my dick L-Y-Gold, boy, you know this *** lit Here's Rolex, takin' that nigga counterfeit Bitch from the tropics, screamin' free ride digs I only blow gas, don't *** with the max Diamonds flashin' like paparazzi takin' pictures I don't *** with lanes, I *** with real goons Killers, all my niggas, they the realest Blockabelly 2 on the way, I see these pussy niggas catchin' feelings Ain't personal, it's just business, I'm the illest Come *** with me, let's make millions