Bitch I came up from nothing, so you know I had to start something
Play this in the club, it get jumping
Everybody you know gon' love it
Everybody you know gon' be stuntin'
All of the bad bitches I'm huntin'
Baby don't fret, I'm comin'
Pull up to the club with a Glock in my
Pocket
Pull up to the club with a Glock in my socket
Pull up to the club with a rocket pocket
I mean pocket rocket
Cannot touch me, cannot stop it
Just keep talkin', baby drop it
I say sorry when she go shopping
She hit Saks 5th Avenue
In her Louis purse keep a tool
I don't know why you actin' new
Know I'm mafia, it's true
Don't act blind I know you knew
I know you knew, keep a ARP or two
EOTech it's on the sight
I keep Chrome on like a knight
I keep two Glocks by my side
I'm not done yet, I'm still trying
RIP to all my brothers that died