stop drop n roll in this bitch, streets on fire ,but I still serve the switch, pour up the double cup cause I stay on the lean,and that green mean money machine, pillow case packed with 50's in this trap world shit is iffy, rachet stay wit me, in case a nigga stay tripping neva catch me slippin ,I'm ten steps ahead of that game,gotta maintain,fuck the fame money on my brain,but if a nigga step wrong I'll snatch his chain, take his dame what u thought it was a game,u in the wrong lane, sorry not sorry,I'm a shooter like Robert horry, in the six like jordan,this shit never get boring,smoking that purple shit like it came from wakanda ,I do this shit for my momma, what a honor,she would be proud,