(Reul, stop playing with these niggas)
Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition
What? (Drank God)
Big gang, nigga, Drakey gang, nigga
Know how we comin', nigga
Yeah
Pour me up, though, gang, alright
Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition
I won't stop until them niggas dead, bitch, we gon' step for Rizzy
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys, chopper came with Mickey
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy, all my hoes keep blicky
Yeah, bitch, we oh and fifty
Black Amiri, stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies, on the road with Whitney
On a mission, oh, he owe that? - Bitch, I'm gon' blow that whistle
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on bitches
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah, I mold my bitches
Niggas on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats, I don't pose for bitches
Ghetto niggas, Forgis on the Wraith, put my Rolls on sixes (Rolls on that, nigga)
Yeah that's my jewelry talking (My jewelry talking)
That new Maybach got a voice, sound like Siri talking (Sound like Siri talking)
Why all your homeboys keep on dying? Niggas clearly soft (Too soft)
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper, this the purest raw (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty, that's how that Jeep feel (Drank God)
Man I snatched a nigga soul, that's how this beat feel
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label, I need three mil' (Need three mil')
Pussy reachin' for my chain, we got a free kill (We got a free kill)
