Man Y'all know what the f*ck going on man

From charged up to the Brothers Over Money man

Niggas is hoes, ain't gotta speak on it

Bro got some work that boy do scams and put his feet on it

Why you talking 'bout some s**t if you don't really be on it

Forty said we 'bout to get a brick and put a three on it

I'm on Conant grabbin' lamb chops

Its funny how a lot of bitches sick I got the bag now

Crazy I was with 'em tryin' to get up but was assed out

They like why you walk outside the crib with all that cash out

Whole time I ain't even got it all on me

Brodie said he need the pape so I met him at the coney

I might be a little late had to bump into my homie

You niggas ain't never got pape and that s**t blow me

A n***a bet not owe me or he gone get blew

I was waiting on a line you was in line for a shoe

Heard he talking crazy I hit brodie line now he threw

You the type to talk cash s**t online you a goof

Oh he worried cause he heard we got them straps too

That boy should've kept hoopin' that s**t was wack too

Sending shots through yo' mans gone get him wacked too

Riding with thirty three extensions longer than Shaq shoe

Niggas braggin bout some s**t I went and spent on a chain

Balling like Ginobili I'll put a dub on yo' brain

See me dripped in off-white she fell in love with the 'caine

He see me doing s**t he can't do cause he lame

Took some money to the lawyer case a n***a try me

When brodie rollin' off the pill he down to catch a homi

Like a trust fall n***a I'm down to catch a body

If I shoot a n***a know my n***as right behind me

White and rose, rose and white, and all rose gold

Mar copped the all white now all the bros froze

Keep her out the kitchen she done left the stove on

Drew calling in he asking what the hoes on

After we leave the stu we picking Mar chain up

Reach for one of these he gone have to pick his brains up

Niggas rocking Jubilees get yo' change up

Keep a nine on me I aint never got my chain tucked

Forty in yo' stash I spent that on a Presi

Would've wore it to the stu but that b***h be getting heavy

If I pass the ball to Drew he gone shoot it with no hesi

Nigga I be in them banks everyday like I'm Desi

Yeah they f****d up when they let me get a stick in my possession

I be in the city with baby drac' on me come and catch me

I don't know the last time I left the crib without my weapon

Bring out twenty racks in all dubs that s**t be getting messy

See this chain I dare you reach for it you leaving on a stretcher

Think the feds on me I pray everyday they never catch me

In the club spilling drank on all the couches in the section

Free my n***a Baby Jay he was quick to come and press you

Take the fully chop and bring the fully glock applying pressure

Watch me stand over the body and just empty out my weapon

Crack the seal on a pint pour it up we ain't gone measure it

My n***a doing life in the can cause he ain't tell 'em s**t

Run up on you chop snatch yo' waist just like a BBL

Last time I checked we up the score need a PBL

Make the little b***h suck my d**k I don't got to prevail

Wrap this s**t up and shoot it out catch it in the mail

Know we on the tour actin' dumb leave you on the map

In the street hustling s**t got it on my fitted cap

Twitter fingers get yo' ass killed don't do the internet

Reach and leave his noodles on the curb that n***a look a mess

You Johnny Test ass niggas still aint catch a body yet

One eighty seven put the club on crime know the rest

Speeding so fast two hundred on the dash a heart attack

I know it's good to look like money where yo' money at

Out in Cali with them bees looking for where honey at

When I pop out niggas know I got my gun what kind of s**t is that

Ten milli or the twenty three call them bitches mix and match

Stop acting like we ain't hit that little hoe she know we been in that

I'm only gone rap about some s**t if it really happened

Man how the f*ck we out here hiding we keep on catching y'all in traffic

Free Baby Jay he been done shot the wrong n***a man he a savage

Even my mama know we find out where they at and go get it bracking

Stay on some bull s**t

Quit hooping and now my highlights on a news clip

Shooting jumpers don't try to walk up on wack jumper on no cool s**t

I don't play with these niggas I'm always down to use my blick

Even the youngest n***a i be with

Ride around with him a four fifth

I f*ck the hoes these niggas dream of, think about

I got guns like TI get on that tip I bring them out

They gave my n***a jaymo ten I can't wait till he get out

Man while I'm talking bout him he probably got the blick on him right now

The hood can't believe I rap cause they done seen me pop niggas

I'm still gone shoot his ass when I see him again this s**t dont stop n***a

Brandon Jennings rookie of the year drop off a light fifty

You want to beef with us because we popped yo' mans we gone send you with him

Hide yo' b***h and keep yo' blick y'all know what the f*ck going on