(GMB) Big Slim Double cupped up (GMB) Ball hard like we in the playoffs Wake up, grind, get it again, never take a day off 'Til one day, get rich enough to take the whole May off And still get paid while you're smokin' weed and play golf I done did it all from beginners to the winners Kept the summers on fire, stay cold in them winters That's the reason I do it all seasons I'm trained for this shit, I'm a vet that's seasoned Your girl keep teasin', I'm tryna be respectful She play one more time, I'ma go'n give her a neckful Savage-ass Slim, you ain't heard? That's the word I'm just gettin' what I deserve, to a castle from the curb Yeah, the rappin' is superb, started last, but now, I'm first I bossed up, this shit like goin' from trappin' to a bird And I'm taxin' when I serve, ain't no cappin' in these words Self-made, could never pay Pro a fraction what he earned I own it all, bad bitch, boy, I'm a bachelor in the 'burbs Big diamonds, all white, it look like Casper when I turn And I know these haters plottin', you think 'bout snatchin' what I splurge? One phone call, I spend twenty savages to purge, lil' nigga (Paul Wall, baby) Upon reflection (Yeah), I'm tantamount to perfection The only correction is you makin' a suggestion (Don't do it) Check the collection of the greatness in my section None in your recollection can pass the inspection (Can't do it) I'm with some Mexicans ridin' out to the West Coast Back at the doc', he like, "You still got strep throat?" (Yup) That's a direct quote, I'm wavy like a wet boat (Come on) 'Bout to digest a four, I'm gone off the best smoke Some wet throat is what I'm 'bout to slide in (Let's go) In my garage, I got a 'Lac older than Biden (It's old) Crawlin' down slow as the convert top dividin' When I block you like a lineman I'ma curb you, you gon' need a new alignment (Ayy) So don't try me Yeah, bitch, it's the DRODi Man (What's up?) All my tests went good today, that means I smoked like forty grams (Yeah) I come through swangin', bangin', my shit louder than the Summer Jam (For real) I'm taxin' on the pack, this shit exotic, bitch, I'm Uncle Sam (For real) Got seventeen bullets up in this clip, fuck who you came with (Fuck 'em) My hand up ashin' a blunt through the sunroof while my lane switch I'm fuckin' your bitch in the throat, she likin' how my chain lit (Bling) This weed be too expensive, don't worry, we ain't got the same licks (Nah) Slidin' down 288, I'm on my way to H-Town (Ayy) These diamonds look so good on me, I think it's 'cause my skin brown (Ayy, for real) When you fuck that bitch, I bet that that bitch don't make no sounds (With me) All you hear is scream and claps, you'd think she gettin' gunned down (DRODi) Swervin' lane to lane, bitch, I'm goin' out of control (Woah) With my pretty hoes, they got pretty pussy and toes (Woah) Mercedes-Benz turn to slab, I pop trunk on a ho (Woah) 1982, keep the engine stock, ridin' slow (Woah) Bitch, I'm out here thuggin', taggin' KDC on these walls (Huh) Put his ass on the floor, tell him give it up, I need it all (Huh) Rrr, call the animal control 'cause I'm out here feelin' like a dog Rrr, I'ma sic Lil' Chapo on him and have him chewin' on his balls (Ah) If I see the man in the uniform, I'ma smoke his ass up in a Puffco I'ma kick down the front door and tell my lil' homies that everything in the house must go I done stripped down his baby mama right in front of him while I'm callin' her a dumb ho And, yeah, my throwaway rinky-dinky, but best believe that it bust, though (Fah-fah-fah) I'm in your house at night like Santa Claus Beat that pussy up until I gave it menopause Y'all on some gay shit in them streets, better tell your man to pause Bitch, I feel like Boosie in this bitch, I'm 'bout to set if off