Buh, buh, fah, fah
G-lock
Fah, fah, fah, fah
(Hurricane made this one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fah, fah, fah, fah
Ayy
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, n***** already know the business
Fuck a n****, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, n***** know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, n****, I ain’t ever tucking shit (Uh-uh)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a dick
Yeah, presi’ wrist, presi’ tint, big sticks, bitch, I move like the president
Mob shit, mafia shit, free akh, 12 still ain’t stopping shit (Free Ralo)
I heard these n***** dropping dimes, I’ma drop some shells around this bitch
Yeah, n**** been popping my shit, been popping my collar since I was six
Yeah, n****, since I was a jit, I been legit, yeah, I kept a stick
Aimin’ at you and I bet I won’t miss, I aim it at him and I bet that I hit
Straight out the mud, but I don’t fuck with pigs
I got some top in the back of the Benz
Mama’s only son, don’t call me your twin
N****, I put that shit on the fam
Yeah, my cuzzo be serving that bean, he say he goin’ in until they come get him (Yeah)
I told him, “Don’t worry, just get it done, and if you gon’ done it, don’t do it for fun”
Yeah, if you gon’ do it, don’t do it for nothin’
Beat the block up like a motherfuckin’ drum
N**** try to take somethin’, cut off his arm (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I’m a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-ass, young n**** (Yeah)
Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol, lil’ n**** keep it with him (Yeah)
Sneak dissing got me tickled, what’s the issue? Shine your head for a nickel (Fah)
Fuck these n*****, fuck these bitches, fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, n***** already know the business
Fuck a n****, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, n***** know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, n****, I ain’t ever tucking shit (Uh-uh)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a dick
Yeah, tell ’em, “Suck a dick,” middle fingers up, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
And it’s M.O.B., yeah, money over bitches, I’ma be this way ’til I’m eighty-six
Yeah, matter of fact, ’til I’m ninety-nine, or you can just say until I die
Ten toes down, I ain’t got shit to hide, I’m cutthroat for real, can’t trust my smile
Yeah, Lambo’ truck with butterfly doors, they like, “This young n**** wilding” (Woo)
I hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot (Phew)
Yeah, diamonds on me fightin’ like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot
Uh, Cartier shades like Simon and my chopper sing like Alvin the Chipmunks
I been sipping lean and smoking big blunts
Trap n**** fucking with the Bitcoin
N***** rappin’ cappin’ like they did somethin’
Stop lying, n****, you ain’t did nothin’
I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun
I been going dumb, still going dumb
And I put that on my grandma’s son, n****
You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, n***** already know the business (Yeah)
Fuck a n****, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, n***** know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, n****, I ain’t ever tucking shit (Shit)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a dick (Bitch)
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