[ Featuring Louie Ray ]
Ain't no Wock around, we sippin on the Tris
I'm movin slow, my dash say I'm doin 120 on this bitch
Hood trophy, what I got on its a Rollie on my wrist
They ain't ever tried to take it, cause they know that they'd get blitzed
Catch a grip, I ain't GMO but I'm a pit
Gettin thirsty thinkin bout the shit I bit, I need a sip
I flew private, meet me at the landing strip
Shot his crib up, hit his neighbors crib up, and I hit his whip
You might see me with my bitch, cause my bitch cause attention
Bitches from the crib can't get no dick, it's like they all was dissin
How the f*ck they think we broke? As if we all was spendin
How the f*ck they live in big ass houses? Guess they all was winnin
I hop in all exotic whips and take em to the trenches
Catch us ballin on the court, we see you on the benches
Is you the one doin the servin, or you gettin served?
You just a yes man but me? They tell me yes sir
Ran through all these turkey bags, but it ain't thanksgiving
I came to cash the plug out, I brought the bank wit me
Me & mines big dogs, sippin cups of muddy
You sippin on a pup cup, cause you a lil puppy
I'm above speed, my bitch from the hood for real
She got on Ugg jeans
I be TRYNA sell my pack out 'for the plug leave
Before he left I poured a 3, and ran through 5 P's
You want me trappin on yo verse then gimme 5Gs
My Balenciaga's fat, but shit these wide jeans
They can't keep up with what I made, it's prolly times 3
Lil bro you better watch yo bitch cause she keep eyein me
Ima f*ck her'f she keep tryin me
Ain't got my car today, I got a play, yo bitch gon drive me
Only keep the realest mothaf*ckas all around me
They can never clown me, drippin like some IV
Say they love my music, tell the labels come and sign me...
