Huh, niggas think they got the game, so, yeah, right, I'm airtight, fresh and I'm air nice.

If the Navi outside, I might be there.

Black hoodie, black nine, black wifey ass.

Rock guns like paddy trunks, keep it spare.

You see the lump under the iceberg, fleecing, yeah.

When the beef cooks, I'ma put the piece to your head.

And if you see a white truck, that mean your sheets is dead.

Then I'm going, going.

Back, back to the block to dump the bucket and jump in the drop.

Niggas know I'm good with the glock.

They call me Chick Kearns because if the game won't knock, I'm calling the shots.

I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm the locks.

They get gangster with a swap me bag and a Jordan box.

And when I die, bury me with the glock and the bucket of shells in case niggas want drama in hell.

Yeah, so when Compton niggas and Phil Moe niggas get together, shit happens, man.

Real talk from your nigga feet.

Turn me up.

You want it big and don't want to split your wish.

I'll give you anything you ask for.

Money over bitches.

Tell me what you blast for.

Fuck around with snitches.

What you had to smash for?

Niggas try to play me mad.

Anything you ask for.

All about this bad guy.

Anything you ask for.

Money over bitches.

Tell me what you blast for Fuck around with snitches What you at the smash for, no?

I'm a vegetarian I'll be the boy with the most cabbage Pluck streams like I'm Lenny Kravitz

I'm in the streets where they going savage.

So we dance on the rooftop.

Let the cool ghosts ride.

Then we come to two stops.

Figure by the cornerstone.

Figure out who can kill a Cali.

You got to let them know.

Yeah.

You hit me on my sidekick, inventory piling up, niggas trying to buy shit.

They got me digging in my files.

Pro Tools Adaptation.

Big sounds.

Shuffling on a plank.

Jumpin' outta taxi cab, stackin' up this fettuccine Now these niggas hella mad Fuck that nigga, he got another album on the board

Damn right, another album on the board.

Fuck the bullshit, the figurality.

Don't play, I represent the whole baby.

Every motherfucker's dead.

I keep on changing, asking for money over bitches.

Tell me what you blast for Fuck around with snitches What you had to smash for?

Niggas try to play me mad Anything you ask for All about this bank act Anything you ask for Money over bitches

Tell me what you blast for.

Fuck around with snitches.

What you at the smash for?

Nigga, try to play me, man.

Anything you ask for.

Represent Bay Game.

Count rubber bed grams.

A mountain big on the under.

With my fam bam and I.

Hover the lands to expand.

I'm from the gutter, gray sand.

No jams to flames, I'm bustin'.

The gangs want the bucks when they see you stuffin'.

Your pockets till they get the month, but taste my profit.

Only get you nothing because I got a mentality that scrubs want to eat shrimp.

And get my salary.

They ain't want them tight lights in my shoestrings.

Hate the way I'm flowing on the mic because I do bling.

All types of baguettes and bezels.

We shine like life's bets in the Rebels.

Smooth like the ice loose.

Pippa stands to rise.

I see you anything you ask for.

Money over bitches.

Tell me what you blast for.

Fuck around with snitches.

What you at the smash for?

Nigga, try to play me mad.

Anything you ask for.

All about this bank act.

Anything you ask for.

Money over bitches.

Tell me what you blast for.

Fuck around with snitches.

What you at the smash for?

Nigga, try to play me, man.

Anything you ask for.

Represent Bay Game.