Uh, uh, ooh Lil’ nigga on top like a motherfuckin’ addict And I just put ice on my Patek You know I been stackin’ Uh, uh, lead that L462 gang Love from my brothers
Lil’ nigga on top like a motherfuckin’ addict And I just put ice on my Patek You know I been stackin’ 24 funk ’cause these shits’ll get tragic I named my Glock magic ‘Cause it’ll make you vanish I’m all bout my pesos, I’m Spanish This TEC’ll do damage So get out the way, I go savage This chop like a camera, ’cause this bitch a cannon And it ain’t Carmax so just watch where you standin’ Plotin’ like Lester but you know I seen that shit comin’ Huh, hold up, wait Friday night lights with the way we got them guards drummin’ Huh, hold up, wait Money on money, you know I got my niggas thumbin’ Huh, hold up, wait Remember they hated but every time I dropped some music Them niggas, they bump it, now These niggas, they broke as a bitch Tryna be but a bitch Nigga you and yo’ mama’s a bitch Hoe ’bout my commas Lil’ nigga been up on my commas You went to the drama and shit Niggas been sleepin’ but they tryna take off pajamas ‘Cause they see I’m poppin’ lil’ bitch My niggas like kitchen workers ‘Cause my niggas like sweepin’ and moppin’ and wettin’ up strips
You know I got bands on me And I walked in this bitch with a couple of fans on me And I’m hot like some pans on me And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me And a thot with her hands on me
‘Cause she see I got money, got rubbin’ her pants on me And them hollows gon’ hit ’em from front and back Makin’ sandwich and hands but the jam on me Creep down his block and my niggas gon’ spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it again When I lose cool my momma always try fixing me up And then drillin’ me in Ever go broke then it’s back to the trenches Then try use that 40 start killin’ again Took a few losses but you know I’m back on my feet Had to get to that Spanish again We runnin’ his pockets like pat-down Got this 40 won’t rush so no smackdown I got money so niggas can’t laugh now I ain’t remember I used to be assed out I’m smokin’ on pressure I’m gassed out Remember I started rappin’ was trashed out Now I know I’m a dog with the pack now You niggas is pussy like cats now
You know I got bands on me And I walked in this bitch with a couple of fans on me And I’m hot like some pans on me And I trap out where ever so know I got grams on me And a thot with her hands on me