Brrrr Aye Ouuu Pull up on the scene I got five chains now (I got em') Made a couple juugs I got four rings wow (Uh-ha) Riding with the stick It go ping ping plow (Pa-ping plow) I hit em' On that gang gang Street shit how? Come up on a Florida boy Run up on a Florida boy (Run up on me) Find you in the swamp With the alligator floating boy (Bro ya dead) Hit em' with that blot blot Break em' with that pop pop (The pop) Run up in the back street Than hit em' with that drip drop (See you dripping) Bitch I'm on my tip top She goin' give me good top (She give it to me) Run up on the block hot The money counter stay hot (It's hot) Me I'm at the dead drop Pulling up like knock knock (Knock-knock) Riding with my Jay's on She know I got that swag walk Yung Rich Cuban quiet Cause you know I let the swag talk (I do) Matching with my blicky Yeah, I'm pulling till the mag drop (Drop) Till the op drop Pulling till the op stop (Yeah they stop) Hustlin' till the bag fall Sliming till the cash tall (Yeah I'm slimming) Rhyming till I blast off Got to keep the mask on Bust it wide open And it's hard to keep my hands off (I can't) Beat it till that ass soft Fuck her till that ass raw Eat it like some kung pao chicken Where's my damn sauce? Pull up on the scene I got five chains now (I got em') Made a couple juugs I got four rings wow (Uh-ha) Riding with the stick It go ping ping plow I hit em' On that gang gang Street shit how? Come up on a Florida boy Run up on a Florida boy Cause I'll be Riding to the cash (Yeah I Ride) Pick it up and dash Slime for Twenty dollars Imma have to bust your ass (I said I will) Ping pan poom Duck duck jab jab (Jab) Run it up on my block Get to stepping blat blat We ain't playing down south This bottom of the map (We so down) Bitch we coming out the mud Everglades splash splash (Out the mud) Get it goin' on the scene Imma always have my strap My carnales got my back (Forever) Run the ops from off the map (I ran em' off) Eight bands on your head Night night whack whack (Yeah you dead) Is you my dog or is you a rat (Is you be playin') Cause I ain't fucking with no rats But I be coming for that jack Cause I ain't sleeping on them racks (Never) Catch me creeping for them racks Might leave you leaking for some stacks (Yeah, you bloody) Better watch where your goin' Better know where your at (You better know) I reload before i ask Grab the pole and wave the flag (Another flag) Another day Another dollar Just so I can get a bag (I get it) Run it up with extra mag Solid gold is what I have If you don't like how this shit goin' We can run it in the back (Run it up) Yung Rich Cuban never lack Florida boy You know we pack I see the hood I see the beaches I can tell you where we're at now Pull up on the scene I got five chains now (I got em') Made a couple juugs I got four rings wow (Uh-ha) Riding with the stick It go ping ping plow I hit em' On that gang gang Street shit how?