(Enrgy made this one) Mm, Baby K, left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright Lift 'em all, nigga, ayy, ayy Baby K, left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot bitch Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz I can call the judge today, bitch, I'm locked in Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it on my pop tens I'm a chill nigga, but I hang with all the high heads You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin I wasn't in a beef, but fuck it, let me hop in I hit [?] in the Mini, but me and my aux's locked in Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends I pour an eight up in the twenty ounce, know that pop thin Bitch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they caught [?] Just throw a hundred thousand, I've been [?], that's a drop Benz Ever since I linked with AUR, we been locked in I did a Gucci jogger fit, it was enough to top tens Caught an opp thinkin' with his dick, left him boxed in Okay, we went [?] shoppin', he did not win Chop puttin' niggas in the box, call it the undertaker Ever since I hopped into the boof, I made a bunch of paper Fuck a bitch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her Bitch was kinda cute, but her pussy had an onion flavour Kill your taker, [?] maker You're the type to fuck the pussy, and get the money later Pull all my money up in rappin', got the [?] later In three months I got it all back, it was a bunch of paper You know I got a bunch of haters I ain't had to turn the room, she was turnt before I got her Your money out the crib, bro, I can pull it out my pocket Just snatched a nigga Chargers like I took it of the sack I ain't arguin' with no ho, I ain' trippin', bitch, you got it I'ma shoot you in your face if you reach up in my pocket Ten 'bows in this crib, pick your 'za, I got options Niggas actin' tough, what's a goon to a goblin? Lil' bro keep his ski mask on, he a robber John want two Ps, I'll be there in an hour This is dirty-ass blick, it need a shower Like I played on that one show, I got power I know some young niggas gettin' money, Adam [?] Switchy on that bitch, shoot a thousand 'bout an hour Two million all in [?], gotta count it 'bout the thousands (Bitch) Water on my wrist, my Rollie, it's a shower (Uh) [?] is so shit with lil' bro, they off the powder (Yeah) Yeah, bitch, all my ice hit (What up?) Type of nigga hit the lean, and drink the pint littles (Oh) A hundred shots back to back, ain't no fight in it (Ah) Dog strong, I hit the tint 'til it's life [?] (Yeah) Fuck this niggas talkin' 'bout? Don't know who they talkin' to If he [?], then he dead, that's a boss move Leave his dreads in his hands with a [?] shoe (Pow, pow) Drop Benz scrapin' out the rims, I had to park the coupe I was tryna hit 'em, but I was too far to shoot You pussy called me lackin', but you ain't had no heart to shoot Ayy, Vezzo, first stretcher is Quagen, watch how I work the deuce Chop hit the middle of his van, watch how I park the coupe A plug there wherever I go like an aux [?] I don't top the opps crib, but on roof I'm doin' parkour A bunch of rookie-ass niggas, I'm playin' the game on hardcore My bitch Italian, I'm all in her pussy screamin', "Bonjour"