(Coked up in hella bands, turn me up)
If I bounce with fully yay', I'm putting shit straight to sleep
These headshots open shit, so he'll be dead before he blink
This a updated Benz, I drive this shit like a go-kart
They aiming for the legs and not the hands, they shoot the wrong part
I said I quit the Percocets, it's fucked up, I'm back on 'em
I shot it up, I let it calm down, but now I'm back on 'em
I slide through, hangin' out the roof like it's a tank
They copy the way I walk, the way I talk, but not my rank
When sou see me, it's a shark bouncing out, like here's a Brucie
Switchy on the back with thirty clip, let's shoot a movie
A dirt bag of three inside the soda, this shit muddy
Keep my gun when I'm in public 'cause I don't know who really love me
Twenty bands on some nice clothes, rich nigga like Maestros
In the field with mask on, with some ballers that find stores
Took a risk on them high speeds, now it's ice on white tees
If a nigga move it, yeah, I'm trigger happy, I'm gon' squeeze
'Cause who you know that's still dangerous and ballin'?
If you don't call that shit stuntin', then what you call it?
The streets know me, I don't think they ever heard of you
Niggas broke and perk shit up, I got 'em nervous, too
When you see my waist pokin', that's a thirty
I float the bands like we at Kentucky Derby
Buyin' more ice 'cause I'm addicted to the jewelry
I got diamonds, he got diamonds, but his shit blurry
If I bounce with fully yay', I'm putting shit straight to sleep
These headshots open shit, so he'll be dead before he blink
This a updated Benz, I drive this shit like a go-kart
They aiming for the legs and not the hands, they shoot the wrong part
I said I quit the Percocets, it's fucked up, I'm back on 'em
I shot it up, I let it calm down, but now I'm back on 'em
I slide through, hangin' out the roof like it's a tank
They copy the way I walk, the way I talk, but not my rank
Ah, bosses never get they hands dirty
Became a millionaire way before I touched thirty
This a updated Benz, a Maybach truck
That's my bitch friend, but she know I'm tryna fuck
I'm really tryna break on that ho
To fee a hundred thou', I got faith in her, though
Every nigga 'round me got ice on his white tee
White bitch named Coco, I don't know Ice-T
Yeah, I'm from east Oakland, bitch, but I don't get hyphy
Gucci Mane in '06, bitch, I'm so icy
If I wasn't outside, then why the opps mad?
Smoke him, kill him, pop him and his dad
Seminary, nigga, shut down your whole block
Got rid of my throwaway, but still got my old Glock
Shit, I still be outside on my old block
Shoutout to the bottom and the middle, but I'm from the top (It's Philthy)
If I bounce with fully yay', I'm putting shit straight to sleep
These headshots open shit, so he'll be dead before he blink
This a updated Benz, I drive this shit like a go-kart
They aiming for the legs and not the hands, they shoot the wrong part
I said I quit the Percocets, it's fucked up, I'm back on 'em
I shot it up, I let it calm down, but now I'm back on 'em
I slide through, hangin' out the roof like it's a tank
They copy the way I walk, the way I talk, but not my rank
