| Ballin' like I’m in the gym |
| Them bitches know who I am |
| I’m dunkin' I ain’t talkin' Tim |
| I’m shootin' I don’t need a rim |
| Diamonds on my Robins, horseshoe on my Trues |
| Disrespect my squad, then you gon' need the tool |
| Buck the gun them niggas run |
| Shoot the gun them niggas duck |
| I shoot like Doc Rivers son |
| I shoot like Doc Rivers son |
| My team shoot like a sentry gun |
| Them niggas sweet like honey bun |
| .40 make a dummy run |
| Choppa leave a dummy slumped |
| Leave 'em close casket |
| Playing with my killers, I’ma keep your mans for ransom |
| I’m takin' off, I’m takin' off |
| Your bitch see me she take it off |
| Ballin like I’m John Wall |
| I keep clips like Chris Paul |
| .30 knock your shit off |
| Choppa make 'em criss-cross |
| Corlay World, Gunna City |
| All my niggas ridin' with me |
| Sending shots, no cameraman |
| Reckless how this hammer blam |
| Hittaz in that mini van |
| Callin' hits like Uncle Sam |
| Ballin' like the NBA |
| Been ballin' since the second grade |
| This ain’t how this uzi spray |
| I’m bandin' I don’t need a raise |
| Them niggas they want me dead |
| Cause I’m young and breakin' bread |
| Like a penny, I want head |
| Gotta look out for the feds |
| Them niggas shoot, they aim for leg |
| My niggas shoot, they aim for head |
| Body count, body count |
| I’m shooting like Afghanistan |
| Kay-Kay be low on the hit |
| You move wrong he blow yo' shit |
| Throwin' bullets like Michael Vick |
| Them niggas mad cause I’m the shit |
| Shawty on my dick |
| Cause she know a nigga keep it real |
| Gotta keep that 40 close cause ain’t no lacking in the field |
| Ain’t no lacking in the field |
| If you lacking you get killed |
| Man, I gotta a lot hittaz that’ll pop you like a pill |
| Free all of my hittaz out the jam |
| That’s doin' time |
| If you heard something bout me, don’t believe 'em cause they lyin' |
| They wanna put dirt on my name |
| Wanna end a nigga fame |
| First nigga run up |
| First nigga getting changed |
| Leave 'em slump |
| Put em in a dumpster if he actin up |
| Run up on him with that .30 |
| Bet that that’s gon' bitch him up |
| Leave 'em slump |
| Put 'em in a dumpster if he actin up |
| Run up on him with that .30 |
| Bet that that’s gon' bitch him up, nigga |
| HellaBandz |
| Let’s get it |
| Chiraq, man |
| Shooters like the Mavericks |
| You can call me Dirk Nowitzki |
| Choppa shots they rapid |
| Foe’nem do hits out the billi |
| All my niggas savage |
| MBB they riding with me |
| Catch a nigga lackin' then it’s cracking do 'em with the semi |
| Shooting like Ginobli |
| Ballin' like I’m Kobe |
| Shoutout to my roadies |
| They killin' if you owe me |
| Shawty wanna blow me |
| But keep it on it low-key |
| Poke 'em if he holdin' |
| My nigga Shotta rollin' |
| For my squad I’m wackin' shit |
| I’ll leave you in a ditch |
| Playin' with my money that’s gonna get your body missing quick |
| I got Gucci nose, I’m sick |
| Rob a nigga for his brick |
| Shootin' like I’m J.R. Smith |
| Ballin' like I’m Jermey Lin |
| Swish! |
| HellaBandz, man |
| Let’s get it |
| Chiraq, man |
| Heavy |
| I see you |
| Let’s get it |