I know y 'all hate to see this shit, but guess what, pimpin', you can't stop it!

Long way to get fucked over, you gon' miss this, huh?

You know I'm back, back in my mouth, grip in my hand

It's the whole of the streets callin' me the fuckin' man

I beat just the one of the realest fighters in the game

You ain't know I been bout to come up and bang bang

Affiliated with OGs from state to state

Eastwood, Snow in the winter, South Street

I know Detroit police was actin' with me every day

I beat three cases, then I skated to the 80s

That's how I hit 115, a lot of people know

Cause they already know, we probably fuckin' ain't home

I'm in the back of the club, gettin' full of loot

We drunk two -fifths of Patron, we off of some more

It's almost four in the morning, I ain't ready to go

Whatever happened, it just happened, keep it on the low

Oh, it's official, the hottest of the hot bag

Put your hands up and let me see what a blonde bag

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, you know me, I beat shit

So then I been hot

For a minute, back it up

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, remindin' these bitches cause they forgot

For a minute, back it up

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, chop a city, got no one that's on lock

For a minute, back it up

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, they call me big shit

So then I been hot since I'm from Geneva

You ain't never met a G like me

Fittin' head fresh ones in a crisp white tee

Cup of meal in the States, cup of meal overseas

Cup of money worth the jewels cause I love the bling bling

I keep it butter, gutter, I be doin' my thing

On the I -10, switchin' lanes in a Benz in the rain

I ain't trippin', I'mma let it rain

Chop a city grand, bust a weed, I'll do my thing

I been hot, gon' be hot, you better lay low

I'm a G, been a G, whatever, I stay gold

Catch a case, pay the judge, homie, the case closed

He with me, he with me, and they got the

Cause the streets on lock, work on the set

And if you want a spot, I got the proof

Get in the line, get your T -shirt

And whoever ridin' with your truck, they ain't even gettin' it

Back it up, for a minute, let it drop

For a minute, you know me, I be chillin'

I been hot, for a minute, back it up

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, remindin' these bitches cause they forgot

For a minute, back it up

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, chop a city down, New Orleans on lock

For a minute, back it up

For a minute, let it drop

For a minute, they call me big shit

Real famous, too

I see you ridin'