Ah (ah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track (no way) Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (grrah) Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks, and made that back (ayy) My nigga Tee the sergeant (ayy), neighborhood locksmith (ayy) Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift (grrt) If I gotta stand tall (what?), I'ma drop shit (ayy) Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (boom) We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (they don't) Text your bitch like, "Pop out", she texts back you made her stay at home (this hoe-ass) Baby Grizz and mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (they here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone Say the clip full, brodie (rrah), we gon' spray that, though (ayy) Opps know ain't shit they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (that's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce (skrrt), I just might make a hoe Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don't date alone Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you (what?), I got that Drac' alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (sure did) All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones (grrah) Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles ('krrt, skrrt, skrrt) Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it's a Drac' show (boom, boom, boom) Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my nigga Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was 20 up (no cap, nigga) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and 20+ All shops, .30 pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (ayy) At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your hoe up here (come here) On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (she goin') All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (what?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (ayy, bro, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, .64, switches on them Glocks (brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap Gave my mama all that time, she did 10 and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks and made that back DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)