Hm, yeah, this nigga crazy
Bae, say somethin' on the mic
Bitch I'm high as fuck
♪
Smokin' cookie crisp
Stupid bitch

Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, all that shit
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
Whote lotta gang shit
Kel-tec go bang
Bust [?] the brain
[?] on my wrist and baguettes is the name
Lace up the Gucci's and run to the bank
Double R truck, pull out
Kel-tec tucked in the back seat, pull out
Fuck nigga run like a track meet, pull out
Pop out, aim at 'em, knock down
Then I put the top down
Turn up the music, yeah, rock out
I need fellatio, my cock out
I don't trust you hoes, still got my Glock out
I used to stay two doors down, from a crack house
Two years later I was working the crack house
Niggas ran in gun twerking in the crack house
Opp smoking extendo and some Whiteouts
[?] jeans and Timbos, yeah
My shirt collar polo, yeah
From T.J.Maxx for the low, yeah
Came a long way from those days
If I could back there I would go there
Cause I had all my bros there
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air
I'm surfing on the wave
Numbing all the pain, novocaine with the percs
I'm out my body, [?] biscotti, ain't coming back to Earth
Without that molly, best believe he ain't gon' kill nobody
My niggas don't need no money
If I tell 'em, they'll kill somebody
Uh, yeah
Nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas ride through your hood, uh, yeah
Wish you would, who do you think you are? Young Suge, uh, yeah
Gettin' in good
Leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)
Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where'd all the real ones go?
We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)
We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)
I miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'till we see blood
Make him feel the real us (Bow, bow, bow)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took when I gained (Uh, uh)
Now the days ain't the same
Make me wanna scream out they names (Let's go)
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' from the other side
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air