Bob with the bang that dynamite, seeNow he seeHa, he sent me to Bob with the bang that dynamiteYeah, I got my play, got some hold on, I'm not tryna fightYeah, I'm a crip, I bang left, I don't know what's rightShe actually do all of her bitch, shut up, come blow this pipeHa, 30 number one on the dice, tryna hit folkDon't tell me what that pussy like, something with the hip folkYeah, I just want that pussy, I don't care, you * my kinfolkThis power's inside, watch how them rims blowWe gon' strip him for his *, and see how much we hit folkTop rank Chris, you can't hang if you ain't winningI'm a rapper pulling skids, we gon' talk about it on the phoneSpend Twinkie on a light day, yeah, that's what I'm onDress gets in, then my tiniest get the loadin' upBouncin' out the car, before I stop, ain't no holdin' upHit the door, I'm trippin', *, I look like Rollin' UpHeard you froze up on that mission, you can't ride with usHa, the odds got nice, like, where they at, huh?I'm talkin' bout South, put that nigga on the stretcherYoung Crip, past niggas, they playin' catch upAnd we ain't not in competition, I blew no check onIf y'all know bodies, I'm runnin' young, you cannot beef with meI got some young, thirsty crips that'll sweep the street for meLet a nigga clap that O, we blitzin' peacefullyNiggas swear that I just smoke, they never on * with meHa, I pill oranges and bleach stainsAnd I casually eat twinks when I want sweet thingsHow they swear, bop, hoo-ha, rim hangA lion sayin' he got bodies where the pills cameNigga mad at me, cause I * this bitch up in her faceIf you drink, I would on it, I wish you wouldYou a daughter, Dave, for doin' all that poppin' inMy tiniest got sand, so many crips on the blockHangin' out, we think it's March 10th, county jail court changeHe went on *, I ain't with the Ford placeShut the * up, eat this dick, globR.F.If you really want a trophy, uh, let me * your best friendCan't nobody * you and your bestie on, uhHot bitch, don't argue, I want no problemsI like you, girl, you my best topperAnd I'ma always have, bitch, never clear my rosterI'ma always have, bitch, never clear my rosterI stored a bitch in my phone, that's my best topperCrip dick, got her trapping out with that first she was poppin'We gon' pull up on him at his house with that * he was poppin'Can't nobody * you and your bestie on, uhHot bitch, don't argue, I want no problemsI like you, girl, you my best topperAnd I'ma always have, bitch, never clear my rosterMy rosterNow my wife's sad bitchNever clear my rosterI store that bitchIn my phoneAs my best topperCrypt didGot her trappin' outBefore that first she was poppin'We gon' pull up on himAt his houseBefore that * he was poppin'FBCrazyFBProduced and alreadyProduced and already