Yeah, yeah, huh, huh Yeah, yeah, huh, hahaha Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin' We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness Shootin' at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop 24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock Couple blunts in rotation, bitch, this is a hotbox Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a nigga top Only want big dollars, no assist, can't take no dials (No dials) Know these bitches love me, they get wet just from my rocks (Wet, wet) Fuck me for my icy watch, lil' ho get off my top (Get off my top) Been killin' all these rappers, that's just one too many crimes, uh Slide in the space coupe, NASA, whoa, ice on her neck Alaska, froze All in your girlfriend camera roll, feelin' too fly like Dasah, whoa They wanna see me down (Down), lil' bitch I won't go down (I can't) Now I'm on the road out of town, they hate that I'm up right now Lil' groupie be callin' me dumb, go ape in the booth like I'm Kong Can't chase me a bitch, I want funds, that shit too bad for my lungs Ravioli my sauce, and Ralph, that's my hoodie If they ain't got money, they can't even book me My bitches be blowin' while eatin' that pussy I just want the top, let the gang have your coochie Gucci shoes on my feet, when I hit the scene, I'm drippin' We killin' everybody, bitch, I can't leave a witness Shootin' at that nigga mama, we gon' spare the children I just copped a brand new llama, shoot it 'til it's empty Pow, pow, on the scene, shoot the opps 'til they drop, drop 24 shots hit his ass with a shot clock Couple blunts in rotation, bitch, this is a hotbox Ridin' round with hot Glocks, tryna pop a nigga top Clutchin' my tool I'm ready to clash out, just like 2K, make a nigga lag out All of that talkin', you showin' your ass now Hittin' your pockets, I'm runnin' your stash now Scammin' and rappin', we want all the fetty I'm countin' up green, it's comin' like lettuce Big gas on the low, we pull up and sell it My mouth on zip, you know that I'm jealous He steppin' to me, he must be on drugs As soon as I see him, hit him with a slug Don't fuck with these hoes I can't show no love, do dirt on my own with me and my glove Whoop a nigga ass, he was talkin' too tough Up the Glock, 50 round, I'ma leave a nigga stuck