I got 1, I got 2

I got henny, I got rules

If you f*ck with me, we mobbin

Through the cuts, that is true

Got a blaster and we strapped

.45 in the back

Ride or die, be my baby

And just take my fuckin hand

We can bump it, we can line it, or just shoot it

And just throw it

We'll be movin through the moments

Or be fuckin till the mornin

415 through the night

You tryna know where I'm from

I say yee this the city

And the vibe is hella young

Going dumb in the club

I got drank in my cup

I got white don't do dubs

I got pounds on lock

I'm a dope girl but I don't sell drugs

But I still got the plug

And some shooters in the cuts

415 where I stay

You don't wana f*ck with us

All my bitches going cray

Keep it lit every day

Ain't no way I'm going back

Cuz I gotta get paid

Got the world on my shoulders

So I gotta make a way