uh bliccys get to flying when we stepping on the scene 1000 dollar pockets and that glock up in my jeans rolling up randela yea we puffin on that green smoke up in the air with these diamonds in my teeth only million dollar dreams every time i go to sleep counting all this bread swear this shit like a disease and i swear your bitch so sloppy when she get down on her knees and my choppa it wont jam it’ll bless you like a sneeze hold up all designer on me i’ve been balling like the heat and if i’m in that jam guarantee I’m gonna flee and my pistol get to flying guarantee that it’s with me E Block on top and i dare you disagree (2) bust his fucking head with that led get the cheese only 100 dollar bills when I’m stepping out the door what i be rocking well thats fendi and Dior headshot hang out your dogs in a morgue