All about money Y'all niggas not fuckin' wit' me, nigga I'm the face of this shit Uh-huh Grahh We gon' go gun for gun (Gun) Word to bro, but there's no one on ones We tryna bag it for me and son Poncho, that nigga punching my lungs Jay5ive tryna diss, he don't know I'm posted on his strip Walk alone, we gon' do you like Rip G-3, this should be matching my fit Since they linkin' up with the Gz? I'mma blitz (Die Y) Y'all don't know about most of my hits I'm like all of the Gunners run Rick SDot raw, I took them off my list I got touched, but them niggas got touched too Poke out we getting niggas cut you Why you told me you was smoking on Diddy, I rushed you If you jacking G6, word to bro then it's fuck you They don't wanna get me mad Before I drive, I think about my dad Upped it, and I had them running like Flash My bullets really play tag See the Sweeper, he can't get a bag That's the opps, who watch the funeral lash AJ dumb, how the fuck did he crash? We gon' go gun for gun Word to bro, but there's no one on ones We tryna bag it for me and son Poncho, that nigga punching my lungs Jay5ive tryna diss, he don't know I'm posted on his strip Welcome home, we gon' do you like Rip G-3, this should be matching my fit The opps missing they flight They gotta go get right 2016, shit we been through the bike Masked up, tryna take a nigga life Free Dot, brody up top I'mma send a couple kites OGz the fuck up, free the real rights D&D, forever gon' scythe We gon' go gun for gun Word to bro, but there's no one on ones We tryna bag it for me and son Poncho, that nigga punching my lungs Jay5ive tryna diss, he don't know I'm posted on his strip Welcome home, we gon' do you like Rip G-3, this should be matching my fit