Yeah, FBI, stay in my mouth. Oh, three. Oh, I thought it was

over. Never that. **** you get. Thank you.

Yo, yo, I said that other **** That's a mob undercover ****

fans try to knock you on some Greek and whack power ****

blood money, gangsta, thug money, got a problem. I can

put a dime over your head money. I got long Skrilla.

Get grown Skrilla. Give your dime for a dub. Bad gangsta.

Long Skrilla. You got low though. Damn, these hoes though.

I'm giving you game for free. So, now you owe me. I got 360

degrees of cold flow. West Coast, let you **** know that.

**** We're going to get bigger. **** with us. The

Those **** **** with us. **** what he going to do?

The world is **** with my side. We're going to make them see

people want to know. What's up, bro? Why you call yourself the

king of the oath? Since way back, I kept a lot of cash in

straps. Smashing on **** with no ski masks at that. If

anything move, I'm a blast of that. Gak your fools in a

hurry for the cash advantage. **** the cops. I'm taking a

My game in hands, I'ma show you niggas how to do that gangsta dance

Lights and sirens in the back of the ambulance

Where I'm from, only one man stands

Take ten steps with a gun in hand

Stop talkin' that prop again

Like you niggas don't see me, man

The ting of the oath was the plan

Espionage, it was ran

Watch the car and the vans

Guess who called the shots?

Guess who could get your shot?

You was all a part of the plot

Don't think I forgot

And don't you forget who called the shots

And watch that red dot, boy

I know you want me out the way like I'm conceited

Front page, read it, your bus has better be here

The car got straps, bus caps, pineapples and all that

The mob ain't gon' fall back, it be with a bat

I be where I'm at, two million, I'm back

From Oakland to Sac, I'm movin' a lot

I slide in a lot

Felonies, fuck a misdemeanor

I don't fuck with wiener

Catch me and those young cats, slammin' they Judd Knack

All up in they mouth, hollin' they phone back

When I catch them out of pocket, I don't hear none of that

Damn little niggas with a vest and a chop hat

Where's all your niggas and G's that roll straps?

This ain't nothin' but a faux pas, you shakin' and all that

You pussy ass niggas tellin' it's funny to me

Be hella hard behind my back, but pussy when you see me

Fuck with us, we gon' ball on the world, nigga

We gon' rock, we gon' get bigger

Fuck with us, the grass is greener on this side

We gon' toast niggas outside

Fuck with us, niggas claimin' what they gon' do

Dye them up by the food glue

Fuck with us, the world is fuckin' with my side