They love that shit They love the street shit Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? Gang shit, nigga They really love when you living too, though, gang (Iced Up Records) Yeah Pop a Xanny bar, get to actin' wild Cappin' ass nigga need a cap and gown Fuck a pussy, tell 'em real niggas back in style Smoke shit like a black and mild Bitch, I rap and ride Fifty-thousand off that fetty, this a bank drop Put a dukey in my pop, yeah, this straight drop I'll turn a nigga tee into a tank top I'm the type of nigga catch a body, I'm on every block Get 'em whacked for 700 like Yeezy sneaks I heard all your opps pussy, that's a easy beef Pull up, shoot him in his shit, then we flee the scene And I never let a nigga Young Jeezy me I won't smoke with whoever, I'll smoke whoever Got lil gang up in this bitch, I put 'em on whoever I've been present for a minute, got foot on the pedal Realist nigga in this shit, I need to own a medal Got better jewelry than the rappers, ain't went gold or platinum Got a two-tone Audermaur, yeah, this bitch gold or platinum I heard they hating with their eyes keep shit [?] I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I'ma blow at Magic Yeah Bitch, I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I might blow at Magic Nigga, what? Bitch, I made fifty-thousand in Atlanta, I might- Man fuck that I made fifty in Detroit, I might just blow at Truth Or I'll slide up in Mustangs, we finna throw a coupe Bitch, I ain't talking 'bout the cops, but we them boys in blue Yeah, told my niggas set the play and I'ma throw the oop Told that bitch she set a play and she might lose her life It's six o'clock and I can get a nigga blew tonight If you got rats up in your circle, you might lose a stripe They like, "Why you hang with all the robbers?" I'm the shooting type Niggas always switching teams they got forty jerseys I ain't really got no friends, niggas know I'm scurvy Yeah, put that thirty on that boy 'cause I know he Curry I'll up a Rol' on your bitch, yeah, I know she thirsty She ain't never had no bag or no ice for real You a lame and your ice ain't real I can tell you ain't no plug 'cause your price ain't real I'm the type of nigga cut the lean and up price on seals Nigga What we on gang? Still Robbin Season, bitch You know how we coming, man Know how I'm rockin' Big 6 nigga, Drank God Yeah (Iced Out Records) We really on that