Glock tucked in my waist, I'm comin' through with it Goin' inside my neighbour house, they think my uncle cool with it All these niggas foolery, these people plan on ruinin' me Stolen Glock with a beam on it, don't tell me what to do with this, I bust shit Love them deeply, now, my pain, I'm stuck with it Been through a lot for this jewelry, I'm shinin' hard, you better not touch this I can tell you, I ain't the one to fuck with, this shit get bloody, boy Rolls Royce, I remember, I used to ride around in them stolen cars Top shit, don't run and tell the Feds, they know I knock shit (Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm) Knife on the yard, play, I send a nigga to the shop, bitch Behind the bars, I shut a nigga down, they know how Top get Ben, tell a nigga, "Fuck 'em," once he released, he gon' get blitzed I'm talkin' Oakland back to Northside, the shell wood, and the bricks Lil' bro a goblin, his name Bway, and he strictly with the shit They tryna kick it, but he know I don't fuck around with them boys I get the money, get the money, I got a bitch wipe the cars Cop car back to the prison, now, YoungBoy livin' large His heart ain't goin' on, he been pimpin', he been brakin' them broads You better not tell no one you seen it, you gon' face this penalty, on Kaell, I mean it To bust a head, I'm feindin' Leave him dead on Siegen Pussy nigga test me, I said, "Bitch, give me a reason" I don't feel a nigga pain, boy Rich nigga, members only, know they know we bang hard Tell my grandma, "Wait up on me," I'm headed to the graveyard