| On my wrist bout 40 |
| My chain and my neck 15 |
| This Tec with me hold about 50 |
| Blow his block like whatcha say about little key |
| Comin through very foul with a referee |
| The only thing on my mind is money |
| That’s why I don’t know nothing when you ask me something |
| Been smoking on dope in the fastest car |
| Bought three chains from Johnny Dang |
| And coulda bought an Aston Martin |
| I got weed I don’t need bitches |
| I got money I don’t need friends |
| Me and B friends, Ben Franklin thats my best friend we pimpin' |
| Blocks, fuck with them make us put the heat in ya With the ops |
| Nigga I can see the G in ya |
| Come in my house |
| We got dope all up in the weed vender |
| Come too our block |
| We gone make your dumb ass bleed nigga |
| Flexin' on niggas like a sucka? |
| Roll up catch an opp then we gone put racks on a nigga |
| Then shoot up the rest of the niggas |
| They gone get the best of us nigga |
| Car go skurt-skurt |
| Tec go click-clak |
| Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh |
| Letta op ride down the block like its good good |
| We gone tuh-tuh his windows |
| And my Glock on me case a nigga think it’s macaroni |
| Smoking on a big blunt of Tooka |
| She wasn’t on me when I was in the hood hood |
| Now she say she got that good good |
| Pistols beat like KRK |
| We coming through day by day |
| We don’t want no peace treaties |
| We been pouring thing all day |
| ? Made me a peace treaty and we pulling off having a race |
| Walked in the bank with a smirk |
| Walked out laughing away |
| I’m rich now |
| I can buy or bitches now |
| My niggas in the field still Lam fuck niggas died |
| Fuck niggas don’t like how I’m living now |