Uhm, it's a good time to say, "Holy smokes"
Said, "What's up? Bitch, what's happenin'?"Bitch tryna suck on my dick, I might tap itSee this .40 round clip, the grip, I might grab itMy hollow point tip, yo' lip, it cause havocSo out my way, bitch, move it, fuck it upI got like way too many bands, pockets flooded upAnd what I got in my advanced make yo' stomach fuckedI keep a strap up on my waist, it got a hollow tucked
'Cause like, damn, move out my wayGot new money comin', bitch, stack my pape'I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a caseNew whip, no keys, electric raceLike, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fakeYou off the grid, your face decayI shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (ayy)
'Cause I'm boomin'All these pussy bitches that be talkin' nothing to my faceHe wanna pull up with a gat and get sprayed, fuck thatGot two dicks on me, got one for your bitchAnd the other with a laser, you get tasedSlide through, go drift in a Civ' after talkin' to yo' bitch
Leave a red dot beam to your faceAnd my money makin' money (ayy)Where your bands go? (Ayy)Bitch, fuck around (ayy)I'ma pull up (ayy), and I'll catch another caseLike, damn, shit, huh?What yo' clique gon' do?
When I slide to yo' crib, what yo' blick gon' do?Got yo' girl up on my line, what yo' bitch gon' do?Curb stomp a pussy bitch (ayy), what my Rick's goin' throughLike, damn, shit, and I keep that boomIf it's over me and you, who yo' bitch gon' choose?Flex a hundred dollar shoes, what yo' fit gon' prove?And you see me goin' up (ayy, ayy, ayy)Why you look confused, huh?
Tell a pussy boy that I said, "Step back"Motherfucker wanna talk, but I'm gettin' the bagI see the reason that the motherfuckers takin' it badThey know they never wanna be the one to step like that, likeBoom, bitch, you don't want thisI'ma pull up with the glick, pussy wanna talk shit, likeEvery motherfucker wanna talk about anotherBut they never wanna be the one to pull up the numbersSee me doin' good, now they wanna say, "I said so"
Tell me why they never gave a minute from the get-goTell me why they never wanna motherfuckin' let goTell me why my legacy is 'bout to be in set stone
You don't really wanna play on my ninth lifeLike, oh, my, put them in a lyrical drive-by, I slide bySpittin' like a motherfuckin' villainI'ma never let them ride 'til they pickin' the right sideThe cyanide in yo' drink, go bye-byeMake plays, get bank, for my own timeStay away from the motherfuckers tryna beThe ones to take a blade to my name, I choose life
Revenge on my chest, I stay in my bestThey stayin' mad that I be winning, do I make you upset?I'm makin' moves, and now they comin''Cause I'm gettin' some breadBut you weren't there when I was brokeAnd now you think that we friendsForget it
Da-da-da-da-da-damn, move out my wayGot new money comin', bitch, stack my pape'I leave his ass wanted, I ain't catch a caseNew whip, no keys, electric raceLike, what the fuck? You bitch, you jake, you fakeYou off the grid, your face decayI shoot yo' limbs, my K, two dicks, I got two twins (two twins, got twins, got twins, got twins, got twins)