BP on the beat! Smokes, Glo! Blood gang man, All folks know how we rockin man Glo Gang or no gang man Stupid blunts man, stupid kush So motherfucking high right now man Got all these eights, Ion know where the fuck I'm at man, feel me? All type of whips outside M6's. all types of shit Aye bally, (aye bally) Aye aye, pass me the rolls (pass me the rolls) Aye, so I can ball (so I can ball) Bitches already know that we ballin (we ballin aye) I'm at the Mardi Gras, in New Orleans Choppas out, get them boys Got them dogs out, dogs sniffing, sniffing Runnin around your kitchen, where you're chilling Send my locksmith at yo' door Semi glock catch yo' folks See they glo, we posted on the glo block with big ass poles Brought the glo block out, no suburbs In my mansion bitch, you never heard Where it's at? you never know Try to follow me, I'ma blow I can be driving, still got the pipe Be driving and I still ah take your life Pull up on ya bitch I'm still taking flight I'm off the tooka and I'm still getting high And higher aye (Higher) Waiting for the days to go by, and byer aye Only thing that matter is the money aye Wake up in the morning yawning aye, in the morning Fucking hunnits, fucking thots Fuck niggas, fuck up your party, up your party Turn it to a pool party In my 290 Catch you, nobody Under him, aye, what is wrong with him? (all or nothing) Cuz I'm bipolar When he shooting, he shoot extra tho Have yo pipe up, catch you, rawlings Nigga we don't carry holsters Riding with a interlapse, ain't got time for that chitter chat Fuck nigga try and rob me get em back This choppa break a niggas back

Ayy Sosa on the beat Ayy, swag, swag Ayy, swag, nigga, swag, swag, ayy, ayy Ayy, nigga, ayy Hop out my car, swag, then I swag (swag, nigga) Niggas mad 'cause I got swag in the bag He bought his bitch a bag (hah?) I put his bitch in a bag (ah fuck) It can't fit in my pocket, cash (nah), put that shit in the bag (huh, fff) Michael Jackson, I'm bad (I'm bad), I'm moonwalking with the cash (Mike Jack') Walk in the bank with bags (with bags), moonwalking with the cash (cash) Blitzing, these niggas straight Mad' (Mad') Hail Marying the cash (cash) Walk up in it, it's 'bout swagging (swag) Getting every bitch that's bad, with my swag (bad) My swag, nigga (ayy, ayy) With my swag, nigga (ayy, ayy) I'm getting every bitch that's bad, with my swag (my swag) I walk up in the spot and I'm spending cash I'm getting cash, nigga, look in my pants I got big ass bands, nigga, look at them Benz Franklins, he got hit with the Smith Wesson (bang, bang) Stanking, get that cash, I'm in to win (bang, bang, bang) Thank you, don't think 'cause of the clothes I'm in (hah?) I ain't gotta bang her (bang) I up the Smith Wesson (click-clack) and I sang her (bang, nigga) I'm swagging exclusive fits, I'm a stranger (stranger, nigga) Your life the same price the shoes I'm in, and that's danger (that's danger, nigga) I tipped the thottie 'cause I'm swagging, then I swang her (swang her, nigga, bang her, nigga) Nigga, man up and quit being a deranger ('ranger, nigga) Ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy) Hop out my car, swag, then I swag (swag, nigga) Niggas mad 'cause I got swag in the bag He bought his bitch a bag (bag) I put his bitch in a bag It can't fit in my pocket, cash, put that shit in the bag (fff) Michael Jackson, I'm bad (bad), I'm moonwalking with the cash (fff) Walk in the bank with bags, moonwalking with the cash (fff) Blitzing, these niggas straight Mad', yeah Hail Marying the cash Walk up in it, it's 'bout swagging (swag) Getting every bitch that's bad, with my swag Swag, nigga, swag, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy Smoking on dope my swag (my swag), ayy (on Tooka) I be toting on poles with my swag, nigga (my swag and I'll shoot you), ayy Bitch, I be in my bag, nigga (in my bag, nigga), ayy Cooling in my mansion, counting all this cash (fff), nigga (swag, nigga bitch) Sos', get blast, nigga (get blast, bang) Now he lost (lost) and I'm glad, nigga (and I'm glad, gang) Pull off skud-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-blam, nigga (bang bang, blatt, blatt, blatt, bang) Get hit with this swag, nigga (bang, bang, nigga) Got some choppers up in my Louis bag, nigga (grah, bang, Louis) Got some gwuapa in my Gucci bag, nigga (beep) Got some blockas shottas blockas, and they blast niggas Swag, ayy, ayy, ayy (bang, swag, nigga, nigga, nigga) Hop out my car, swag, then I swag (swag, nigga) Niggas mad 'cause I got swag in the bag He bought his bitch a bag, I put his bitch in a bag (ah fuck) It can't fit in my pocket, cash, put that shit in the bag Michael Jackson, I'm bad, I'm moonwalking with the cash (bitch) Walk in the bank with bags (fff), moonwalking with the cash Blitzing, these niggas straight Mad' (straight Mad') Hail Marying the cash (cash) Walk up in it, it's 'bout swagging (swag) Getting every bitch that's bad, with my swag (bad) Beep, fff bam, bam, skrt skrt skrt

He's like I'm running myself crazy, huh We gonn' keep gunning every time the kids come out We ain't going to see nothing the fuckers didn't say about I'm going to let you now I'll take it out Uh Keke I met her in miami To get some where on the old block Leave me When I say my family I miss I don't know about I'm greedy You mind if I'm stayin' I ain't even going out I'm bleeding But they gonn let you reason they want to see the ghost come out I threw my feelings in the drink We gonn' keep killin' by the pain 'Cause smoke in the air I swear I feel it when it rain If we gonn keep it clear, it ain't fair The say niggas can't swing Pop the top, loose the brain The way that nigga be living They think I'm insane He got shot soon as he came My nigga alright And then he died I feel ashamed Miss fat a Chopper I let it bang My house get taken I know the pain I ain't feel a thing, Mh Bought a glock like fuck a rain Cause she might have to slang it And aim it all at your brain, Mh Nigga I've been swithing lanes Flex I part no Percozet Now I'm through the same Mh Nigga I didn't brought so much different flames 'Cause I'd rather be alive than My niggas putting on my name Mh He's like I'm running myself crazy, huh We gonn' keep gunning every time the kids come out, Mh We ain't going to see nothing the fuckers didn't say about, Mh I'm going to let it nothin' out now I'll take it out Uh Keke I met her in Miami To get some where on the old block Leave me When I say my family leavin' this house I don't know about you I'm greedy You mind if I'm stayin' I ain't even going out Shit, I'm bleeding But they gonn' let you reason they want to see the ghost come out I didn't know you was feeling pain I didn't know you was feeling I didn't know you was feeling pain I didn't know you was feeling pain