(Roc) (Roc, Roc that shit out, Hari) Come through supercharged Know clientele work that wheel, I'm backseat clappin' Lil' twin put belt to ass, no opp ain't up no score, just look what happened No, he can't run, gon' feel this Drac', bounce out the back, that bitch be blastin' Opp go live and say my name, gon' step on shit, them boys just sassy Huh, they ain't steppin' on shit Bump on that block, double down, two sticks Glock 21 and that bitch got a switch I'ma let this bitch go if he play with this shit Yeah, spin down his block, left lil' bro on the curb Them pussy boys got the nerve Yeah, he got caught tryna make him a lil' play, we takin' whatever he serve Sundown, run down, you know my woah trippin', all I gotta do, tell him purge (What?) I drill when I'm sober, I catch me a kill, then I go and pop me a Perc' (Huh) I know I be trippin', but I ain't gon' chill 'til I put lil' bro on a shirt (What?) I been drillin' awhile, go put on your cleats, lil' nigga, let's get on the turf The Maybach keep get to jumpin', I don't know how to put the lil' bitch in reverse Foldable Glock 23, this motherfucker be lookin' high as Catour Spent a lot on an SUV, I might flip it, I'm still tryna slap it in sport Nigga die first day in the street, wasn't steppin', goofy ass should've stayed on the porch Huh, I'm rich, that's why niggas be sayin' we opps, that nigga can't show me a dub Have them young niggas pull up and run in your spot, kill you and that thing that you love Get popped, drop salt on a player, that shit ain't do nan' but kill off a slug, huh This money get real, have a fuck nigga copy me, big boy pop out the cut Me and my niggas doin' flyin' numbers, you'll never see a bankroll twenty or under Type of money I be playin' with, I make a bitch don't eat veggies slob up a cucumber Seventy-five rounds on the Drac', this motherfucker got a twist, bitch long like the neck of a llama Type of nigga get you knocked off by a ho, opp-ass nigga better stay off Tumblr Come through supercharged Know clientele work that wheel, I'm backseat clappin' Lil' twin put belt to ass, no opp ain't up no score, just look what happened No, he can't run, gon' feel this Drac', bounce out the back, that bitch be blastin' Opp go live and say my name, gon' step on shit, them boys just sassy Huh, they ain't steppin' on shit Bump on that block, double down, two sticks Glock 21 and that bitch got a switch I'ma let this bitch go if he play with this shit Yeah, spin down his block, left lil' bro on the curb Them pussy boys got the nerve Yeah, he got caught tryna make him a lil' play, we takin' whatever he serve