Run up, boy... Aiyyo Mario, this shit fire... Yeah, ey, ey, ey... See a opp, hit him with the AK, leave him flat lined Rolex ice water but I'm busy, I don't have time A nigga tripping, it don't matter where we at, we gon' tear it down I'm in the trap with a uzi rocking Louie, no Ferragam I'ma dirty bay baby, wavy, I'm saucy, I'm gravy Y'all better hide y'alls ladies 'cause I'ma steal her Extended clip, inside the stick look like caterpillar Big money in other states, but in Texas we got a bigger, for real AR shoot long range Step up to the plate in this ball game I got racks in my Amiri's Ain't no money in your Balmains While she licking on my booty hole, she jacking off this dang a lang Ice out a trailer, bitch, you should know that it's a hog thang In the Benz truck, get my dick suck, don't get sticked up Go to bookies, I'm pouring Activist in a big cup Hold 'em like a nigga tried to pull it out and still got blicked up My chopper got Chlamydia, really, she a sick slut I'm on the block with a glocky and beat it up with my kinfolk Me and OT counting more cheese with our wrist froze I'm getting rich, finna fuck up on yo bitch till my dick swole We getting money in the trap, we still booming it out a flip phone Yeah, I'm sure you seen these boots they on Discovery Channel I do somebody like abuela, get 'em popped with the sandal They say I'm too much to handle, them bullets rip off his flannel I'm gettin' the money and stacking the paper, I get lit just like a candle Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on him Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on him Don't let me catch 'em at the store, let it go, bullets drain on 'em Keep a pole just like a stripper, a nigga trip I make it rain on 'em I'm selling Fentanyl, niggas criss-crossed, don't get picked off You gotta problem, it's cool, I'm tryna knock a nigga shit off A nigga reach up in his pockets, ain't shit but a lint ball Aye peso, counting pesos, I'ma big boss Off of the Henny, I'm 'bout to fuck with my dick soft Put it in her mouth, she gon' eat it up like it's apple sauce Bitch, I'm hotter then the jacket that's being worn by Rick Ross Itty bitty nigga, I told the buster to get lost I'm that Mexican outta Texas and I got 'em all pissed off I'm that Mexican outta Texas and I got 'em all pissed off Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on him Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on him Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on him Pop the trunk and then I let it wave on him Can't fake the funk, bitch, I'ma put the K on him