(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)

(D-Diego)

I got 30 bands on me and the b***h up in a headlock

Deadstock kicks and the b***h gon' make the bed rock

Lead hot, n***a trip on me, I bet his head pop

He looked up, all he seen was a red dot

Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick

Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick

Freak b***h toxic, I f****d her, then I blocked it

Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'

You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me

I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky

Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman

I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands

Now you see me, now you don't, bitch, I'm John Cena

But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know we pop demons

If we ain't talkin' 'bout some money, then I'm not speakin'

Don't check me, check the b***h 'cause the thot creepin'

We finna get up on they ass, nigga, not even

Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin'

I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen

Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature

Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper

He ain't really in that water, he in knee deeper (yeah, yeah)

Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (yeah, yeah)

I need 20 bands cash (yeah, yeah), ain't no free features

As I look at my wrist, it's about that time

But if I look too long, then I might go blind

I got ten bad bitches pullin' up at nine

Should we f*ck at Fenix crib, or should we f*ck at mine?

We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five

Then we switch 'em in a little, I get yours, you get mine

I done told you 'bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine

Know we keep them straps, I got 40, you got nine

Ayy, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate

Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options

Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten

Bitch in the valley, got a b***h off of Slauson

Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in

Open their mouth while I put my cock in

I ain't turnin' down shit, I'm on nonsense

Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson

I got 30 bands on me and the b***h up in a headlock

Dead stock kicks and the b***h gon' make the bed rock

Lead hot, n***a trip on me, I bet his head pop

He looked up, all he seen was a red dot

Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick

Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick

Freak b***h toxic, I f****d her, then I blocked it

Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'