Y'all know who the fuck it is, man (Captain Crunch presents)
Back from the dead, new opp in the air
.44 [?], yeah (Chai)
Brr
They gotta pay me, I need that blue money, blue brand new Mercedes
New bitch on my right, new bitch on my left
But ain't no separation, they both tryna spit on the mic
We on the highway straight to hell, she still tryna get on this bike
Put down that gun, you not living that life
I see the training wheels still on your bike
Fuck all that talkin', we finna go strike
Bitch we gon' get that shit poppin' tonight
I get a thrill when I take me a life
Hit on his head and we stompin' tonight
Got the bar pumpin', it's jumpin' tonight
They got my homie locked up in the feds
Me and 24, we gon' paint this bitch red
Shoot at their head, make sure that bih dead
Blood on the scene, it's a Whole Lotta Red
Bad days, I see a whole lotta feds
They lettin' these niggas say shit, they got bread
I'm gettin' these niggas dip hit, they got bread
I got these bitches trippin', 'cause I got bread
You want some money? Put that white on your head
Ten or twenty, something light on your head
In the stomach, I'ma [?]
I can't even lie, that bitch ride like a sled
Pop the perc-20, I'm high off the meds
Bitch I ain't done but I'm fried in the head
Catchin' bodies, count a whole lotta bread
I trip in Balenci tryna walk up the stairs
Balenci, Balenci, got too many pairs
I smoke a fuck nigga, yeah just like a square
Hold that lil pussy, yeah keep it right there
The way that her ass is fat, it is not fair
She got a big donkey, I see this bitch clear
I'm tryna fuck on that bitch from the rear
I tote the AR, told them ain't nun to fear
Many AR, I'ma kill 'em right here
We keep the rifle, ain't huntin' no deer
Fuck with the 20, ain't sippin' no beer
I talk to the money, it's up to my ear
Huh, I'm thuggin' I can't shed a tear
Huh, I'm flooring this switch and the gear
Huh, one hand on the stick when I steer
Huh, these niggas know I be lurkin' when they go to sleep, yeah, it's a nightmare
Heh, these niggas know I'm quick to up a pipe, we don't fight here
Gettin' up close, we don't snipe here
Bitch I am buzzin', just call me Lightyear
I got some money, I know your type, yeah
If you wanna go, we can take a flight there
Gotta stay low, 'cause your nigga might hear
30 on me, it make up for the hype
We catch an opp in the street, then it's on sight
I let the dog off the leash and it's gon' bite you
You know you cannot keep up with this foreign, right?
Only way up, you know that's where we're goin' right?
She let me fuck, turn that bitch to a porn site
That bitch a hoe, you know that she be goin', right?
Ain't talkin' bout whip when I'm switchin' my foreign, right
Floodin' my watch that bitch snowin', right
Switch on that blick, it transform
Soon as she let me, I started transformin'
Hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
AP her wrist and that bih, it transform
Soon as she let me, I started transformin'
They didn't expect me, I had to [?]
Hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
Hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
Hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
Hop in that whip and that bih, it transform
Hold up my wrist in that bih and start snorin'
We the real [?] gang, we the real choppa gang, lil nigga where is you goin'?
We the real [?] gang, we the real stomp-on-you gang, nigga you get stunned
