Oowee! Young Mean spray that shit I'm stuck in this shit Wherever I go New York or Texas, it don't matter Ima just dribble Driving and still pulling up too much lean in the car Riding with switches on top of them splinters They hopping them down, they running too far Sauce making digits with all of my bitches That's why it's a Bentley up in her garage I'm spending millions on all of my men's You try me, I promise they sleep in your yard Soon as they hear they be beefing your car Mhmm Chest shot, chest shot, nigga shot Nigga tried to run, caught a leg shot Switch to the head, homie, I identify as a dreadlock Pimp game, got him in a headlock Might just DD take his purse on a drop top Oops, my bad I did that Interstate, bitch gimme a break Ima kick that Stone-cold Steve with a six-pack I done made three sixteen of a bitch of a kick back I be with gangsters in every city Who has to pay for all of the thugs? All of the crips all of the bloods? Giving you knowledge instead of the drugs Some of my music ain't made for the club Just lost a cousin and can't get a hug Yes, I'm outside, but you ain't the judge Got self-defense, but that ain't what it was He touched it cuz he was a plug Ooey Mhmm Drill Spill Splash!