Pull up to yo block
With some sticks and matches b***h
Beam on the f*****n Glock that b***h gone take brains
And lip Ain never gone stop shoot a nigga till he spill
If we ever get caught my n***a will never spill
I'm on my Bleveland ave s**t Steve McNair s**t (Woah Woah)
These ain't out yet these just cost a check (Woah)
Balmain outfit Louis pouches backwood roaches in my
Couches (Woah bi**h) I'm up I'm on aderol I f**k till
The morning don't matter doll I keep some chains to
Show my pocket change before you fall in love I'ma break
Ya fall I promised young money I'm taking off tunechi
Heard me at his daughter house play wit weezy I'ma gun
You down hunned rounds on my Tommy gun I wonder
How'll Hilfiger out Swiss cheese you just cheddar Bob
For my brother go the extra mile plug got me In a vacant House
Two Choppas knock ya face off nickname I'ma take
Off putting ni***as in a grave yard to much stain need Some gain y'all (let's go)
You know my neck froze like a glacier putting in work no Days off (El gato)
Tryna see a mill no label I hope dat it Pay off
Running up this major when they ask my race dawg
No I don't discriminate em I just want a bankroll
But if you ask me my favorite I'ma say blue face dawg
(Blue cheese) 93 shots tore his buddy woke up In follies
And f***d it up catching a body Ain nun to us it's more
Fun without the guns life more fun just add some drugs No hiv I'm
Packed up shooters make yo a** pack up you know I got
My racks up 40 gone make em need back up
Choppas Gone rattatat boys Hop out bleeding wit a 4 cup shout
Out to kolby (ysl) boy b***h u get turned to a slump turn
Up like Soulja boy (yea yea) I'ma vet B**h Ain gotta hold
A gun you a mess b***h you done got a hold to some
(Hold to some) pink actavis like I got a cold or some
(Taste Like bubblegum ) big fat bricks in a
(In a Dooley Truck woah) ahk s**t pop s**t pop s**t fye bi**h
(Woah) Uzi boy who you fooling boy yeen got no tooley boy
(And dat wasn't intentional I just felt like that was a bar)
(Catch em) lil ni**a pulling up on Axt like can u sign me
Lil Axt blowing on gas like I got high milage hop in a Foreign
And mf crash hop in a foreign and catch a body
I keep that mf shotty shooters knock yo head off for some
Molly