This that black gloves
Black skully white tee
Black Gun match the js on my feet
This that droptop throwing money out the roof
100 ones
Nigga you can do it to
Where you from
Bitch I'm from the zoo
223 ARP 22
That's my location nigga
Gravedigger ima get you
You hating nigga
I'm wavy nigga
You basic nigga
Don't you hate me nigga
Just face it nigga
I'm running laps
You chasing nigga
Getting money run it up
I'm counting figures
All this paper in my
Book bag heavy nigga
All black real goon
Hold it down both hands
Hold it flat I'm from pound-town pistol city
Come and check
Right now I spot a oop
I pop a opp he dead black gloves
Black hat black shoes on my feet
I drink the hennessy I see red
I'm still counting money that was on his head
Smoking o's All my oops dead
I got homies in the feds
Paper chaser running to the bread
I got 2 grams in my blunt
I got 2 grams in my blunt
1 cup full of Jenny
Benjamin my best friend
He can keep a secret
99 problems but your bitch ain't one
I got 99 pills cuz your bitch eate one
You say you a real nigga
But I know you ain't one
From 757 so you know I keep a gun
I came from kicking doors
I was born in the 90's
Google me find me
I be trying to sign me
I'm young hood like a
I'm in the hood like a I'v
Plug me in you can't find me
Plug me in pussy nigga
You can't find me