My nigga, Jus Oh my God, I'm fuckin' focused Chach' Young Chachi be that hot nigga Even my sister's with the shits, I seen her sock niggas D. Cole, fiends suck it up like Popsicles Young gunnas pull up busting off a tricycle Clear the scene, turn your block into a ghost town They all gone, all you talkin' to is ghosts now No losses, nigga, all we know is victories Need a pound? I had him meet me right on Century He said, "How much you got?" I told him, "Barry Bond" Loud and it's boomin', shit is cherry bomb Do my stuff, take a flight, I'm on American First class, three ounces in the carry-on Bitch, I been the nigga since the fifth grade When I ran up on Big Jason with the switchblade He scared to death, bro bro, you can smell the shit stains Not 'cause I'm hard, I had to prove his ass was bitch-made I'm hungry, I wonder what your bitch made (She cooking) Key word, we ain't bothered by the shift change Diamond Lane Republic, all in NY, thuggin' My guys, Jeezy and Young and Mase swoop up in something foreign Hop up in them 'Raris then we smash out Just see your bitch behind, she got her passed out Five figure discount before I take a handout Park the 'Raris, we about to pull the Lams out Free Miller, though, young cracking my nigga, Hoota Release date coming soon, I pray you see it sooner Young Nick rollin' up J's, my nigga, lucky sleep My new bitch push a Jeep, I fuck her twice a week No, we don't do Felice, my meals is takeout Stash rules, put more in than what you take out We out here clocking Feragamos with the lace out Bitches watching like the police on a stakeout Yo, nigga, you's a mark like Sanchez Cali king, I ain't talking 'bout no mattress And your bitch a ho, I treat her like a sneaker show Had her on the king, coming like a week ago I'm Chewy, I'm some hot nigga Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas Like you seen him twirl then he drop, nigga And we keep 'em nine millis on my block, nigga And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped niggas And Trigger he be wildin', he some hot nigga Tones known to get busy with 'em Glocks, nigga Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga Runnin' through these checks 'til I pass out And shorty give me neck 'til I pass out I swear to God, all I do is cash out And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house I been sellin' crack since like the fifth grade Really never made no difference what the shit made Jaja taught me flip 'em packs and how to maintain Get that money back and spend it on the same thing Shawty like the way that I ball out I be gettin' money 'til I fall out You talkin' cash, dog, I goes all out Shorty love the way that I floss out Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out Mama said no pussy cats inside my doghouse That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out We gon' pull up in that hooptie, like we cops on 'em With M16's, we gon' put some shots on 'em I send a lil thot to send the drop on 'em She gon' call me up and I'm a sick the hots on 'em Grimey savage, that's what we are Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star GS9, I go so hard But GS for my gun squad And bitch if it's a problem we gon' gun brawl Shots poppin' out the AR I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Rod Broad daylight and we gon' let 'em things bark Tell 'em niggas free Meeshie, ho Some way, free Breezy, ho And tell my niggas, Shmurda teamin', ho Mitch caught a body about a week ago Fuck with us and then we tweakin', ho Run up on that nigga, get to squeezin', ho Everybody catching bullet holes Niggas got me on my bully, yo I'm a run up, put that gun on 'em I'm a run up, go dumb on 'em Niggas got me on that young shit Got me on that go dumb shit Got me on that go dumb shit, man Trap mode in this motherfucker, hotter than a bitch Ayo, pour up, I need some more drank