Trey ha I'll shoot 50 bands in my coupe stick to money like glue pussy juice like some fruit see my cup be surprised shoot your house come inside yah I fly yah I glide peace a cake peace a pie make him look like a goof drop the top trop the roof then I shot I might shoot blow this nigga like a flute full ata madics these bitches they clapping I spray I'm trapping 50 bands in my cabinet