Just look at the sauce when I drip

I feel like a boss in this b**h

Make a move and I'm tossing the clip

I'm here just to show you that I will not miss

A lot of opps getting hit

But I won't tell the cops, shh

We gon' keep gettin' rich

And that's the reason that they sick

Shine

When I'm in the bush it's action, I'm tapping with 22

How you know?

Your treesh wanna slide for the slappings

You know what the Henny do

Trisha

She asked me if she can bring friends

I told her bring plenty through

Twirl, twirl

I do not hang out with many crews

That's what the envy do

Shine

I hit up Ghost and the Choos, they snuck hella semis through (gang folk)

Gang in the spot, hella shit can get your b**h moving friendly too (shiggy the shiggy)

Bending with snipers and blickys, all of 'em extended too (Sniper the blicky)

If he ain't dead we gonna reverse the whip, leave his head in two

Movie, I'm a rapper but still keep a toolie

Groupies, shine, they be all on my body like new sheets

Don't get clapped, or your lobby will turn into a homi

This situation can get spooky

They confuse me, sheesh

But I'm strapped, so you better stand two feet

Two Deep, Two Deep

Folks chill in my whip with an Uzi

Open his matta (matta)

We gon' shoot that boy out of his Ksubis

Gooey, ask around we spank bodies like boosie

Unruly, she a treesh let me play with the coochie

Let me know, cause I'm ready to crash out

Catch a body next morning, then I cash out

Took your b**h, then we spin to the trap house

Won't be long 'til I'm blowing her back out

Go get this money, what I'm finna do

I can't complain I'm with the winner crew

A couple people say I changed

'Cause I got change, they like, "What got into you?"

I don't never shoot unless its close range

Two chops, they identical

The rakes drop, do a face shot

Mama love crying at your funeral

Baby treesh, she tryna get slapped out

See a opp and I'm fiending to spaz out

You the type to freeze up, when I back out

Running your drip it ain't no need to map out

Put a bullet in his brain

So much in the blicky, I ain't gotta aim

Opps side, I'm with the gang

Catch a n**a slipping, that's another stain

Duck for cover when we spinning through

Hittas in the van, tryna clip him too

Screaming long live Nick Blick

Showing no remorse when we bend it through

I knew I would make it, I been the truth

I only freestyle when I'm in the booth

If you broke that is sad, there is no excuse

That's thirty thousand when I talk to you

So watch who you talking to

Your chain, your watch, affordable

I don't gotta call a truce

My choos is with me and they all can shoot (choo Dat)

When ever its war time

They be right at your door like a floor sign

I'm a star, but I'm still the coach

I made it, it's litty we all shine

I rather get caught, I'ma toss mine

I might just pull up with four .9s

I demand my respect I don't draw lines

Catching bodies on my off time (shine)

They know it's 'bout to get critical

Mines mad, but they know how to hit a few

One minute they wasn't physical

Then they tried and died, spiritual

They tell lie in their rhymes, it's pitiful

I'ma ride for my side, better get a clue

How you know that it's coach and tutu and we both will shoot you

Anybody can get it too

(Shine)

(Poor now, rich later, how you know)

(Shine)

(Show that)

(Ra, ra, ra, ra)

(Shine)