Left hand out the window right on the wheel funna pack the dub lil nigga u know the deal make music of the gs not the ones in they feels this 9ine pack a punch ya it kills I chase the money i need no bitch looking for a gram I ant need no trick js someone that can suck my dick js someone that a young nigga can trick when she find out she gon flip ya we go together like chips n dip ya she s south side bittie ya her hole fam crips pop a prec grab the 9ine then we lurk shoot a nigga the we skert we ant the same we w raised in different pots I came up with nun n u came up wit a lot saying shit y u cap a lot saying shit ya it's all ur fault u gon end up at the end of this red dot it's on u u got caught we was raised in the rez we was raised a lil different you niggas make moves we tryna make history i cant trust no bitch ion need no trickery off of the drank im feeling slippery off of the drank i be feeling dizzy pour sprite in lean making it fizzy niggas all on my dick tell em get off im big on the court like my name chris bosh go up for the lay like im john wall call me trumo cuz im building walls big asf like the great falls she like basketball but she love my balls she a girly girl need sum of that suck suck run it up fo a couple bucks say sum i dont give no fucks i built this shit it wasn't luck joint got me faded got me feeling levitated siping on that drank poping that shit like my name frank sniffin that shit ya its dank ski masks on we robbin Banks moving up on the ranks got that shit like thanks faded doin pranks caught you lacking I'm on your flanks yuh we sipin on that drank playing wit my brain shooting blanks