Shit, I'm the one you wanna fuck with Cause these niggas is pussies, they don't
buck shit Talk like you a gangsta on some duck shit
You can catch me in a hood with a duck brick 24's with the candy on, imagine it cop
Rag top back like my hat in a bra Star motherfucker, I make rap look good
And I only plug the spot if that look hood Talking gumbo, pipe, Pyrex, and Belinda
16 to burn, straight to Virginia Show you how to whip it with the mix in the
blender Show you how to get them chipped to the cinder
Show you how to keep the block hot November Non -stop to December, then let it pop to September
Drop top Benz's, hundred in the tech 65 in the wrist with a hundred in the neck
I hear these niggas talking bout banging the text again
Like they balling with a bomb from the Mexican You old niggas speed up, nigga I'm G'd up
Motherfuckers move they cars when I whip my feet up
Smoking good on the highway, nigga my driveway look like the club on a motherfucking Friday
Benz's Porsche, yellow stickers with horses Fucking these different bitches, they going
through divorces Messing them Dulce frames, watching the game
Project shit, Dauphine nigga washing the range These coin purse having ass niggas carrying
chains I push through with them 1 -6's carrying cane
And it's on my own site, cause niggas funk in the game
I cock your name, let your kids carry your name Motherfuckers get crept on for saying
my name Sending incompetent bitches, let's do the
stub thing, nigga what?
Money off of Benz's, I'm talking official Benz's, gotta get it
Independently disguised in the dime Cop it, flip it, grind work, hustle till you
bring back Double, no stress, no struggle, no double
Money off of Benz's, I'm talking official Benz's, gotta get it
Independently disguised in the dime Cop it, flip it, grind work, hustle till you
bring back Double, no stress, no struggle, no double
I seal that thing up and put that bitch in the air
If it's dry in your city, then we're rich over here
Big trucks and small planes, homie that's small change
Hustles for a punk, fuck bagging up all day Bales and kilos, Kusher to Diesel
Boats to them pills, Asians and amigos Cheap suitcases full of nothing but C -notes
I dump re -cop, then I'm backing my people Burn on that dope boy shit, smuggling bricks
Cover the wrist, got the birds flooded with crisps
Extended the clip, shoot, I better won't miss
A murderous snitch, and have my goons diggin' my dish
I'm raising the price, fresh pressed bricks for the high
About 75 for the Kush, I'm letting them fly
We're taking a ride, up and down the interstate 5
I'm telling them why, I'm stuck, I'm in love with the life, shit
When the drought season hit, I'm the nigga to get it
You need work with one chirp, I can get you the brick
Shit, I'm Alley Cat Slick with a connect from hell
Oh, you out of that shit? Fuck it, bring me the Bales
Bought a truckload, yeah, weigh it on a scale
These flyweight niggas ain't really touching no mail
What I spent on my bezel, niggas die for on the regular
So I be in the spaceship with my cannon like the Predator
Moving with a dime, with a hammer and a bag
Yeah, that Louis would truly get you popped like a tag
Niggas drop like a top on a Jag
But we warn, this is Northern California
We get off with no warning
From Sac to the Bay in Dago
They know niggas probably won't move if it ain't about pesos
So I be state to state chasing guap the long way
Ain't no money out here, shit, you going the wrong way
Money over bitches, I'm talking official business
Gotta get it, independently disguised in LaDonna
Cop it, flip it, grind work, hustle till you bring back
Double, no stress, no struggle, no trouble, it's
Money over bitches, I'm talking official business
Gotta get it, independently disguised in LaDonna
Cop it, flip it, grind work, hustle till you bring back
Double, no stress, no struggle, no trouble, it's