This 504 boy is deep, the south of Follies and over the east, peak devil, and I am crazy babyClipsWhat's up lady, looking slick with that, go to warG-chain with the bracelets and that, go to warCheck this out here, while we lay on the groundGo show a clown ass how to hop on sounding orderClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowGo to warClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowI don't like violence, but gun, sure shot a lot of emDon't like material stuff either, but sure got a lot of itUsed to make money off the street, now I make it off the beatWalk my rock off the lease, house right up off the beachTalkin' ***, I'm a big spinner, so I don't really talk too muchGot guns, really big ones, think rap soften us up, neverSee I love my fan, but I don't really love them hatersI don't really like the fame much, dawg, but sure love the paperEyes on something bigger, cause I love the doughNiggas talk *** shaggy, so I leave em looking like Muggsy BoatsMmm, mmm, 1100 still, I ride it slowNot the type that's gon' floss, but I ain't gon' hide it thoughLearned a game from my big brother, now I'm CEO nowMade man shaka where I like the way CEO soundWe the type, dawg, go to sleep, wake up and ballYou know what's up with us now, what's up with y'allWhat's up, playa, you lookin' slick with that100G chain with the bracelet to matchBut check this out here, roadie lay on the groundI'll show your clown ass how these hot balls soundThey goin'Click, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, that's my styleNo problem with terror, taking straight for gunsOr we can keep it corporate, give up your blocks and runToo much paper here to try and count my onesOld head cross me, a hollow wall is youngFor you haters on the streets trying to measure my blowIf you seen a new whip, know to add nine O'sNow I'm up to two bricks or 72 O'sIf you counting by the whips, then it's eight different flowsI'm heavy lover, whether diamonds or brasToo heavy lover, whether cocaine or carsAnd when I hop in, it's my optionTo shift or mash, too tryna get in the dashWhat's up, playa, you lookin' slick with that100G chain with the bracelet to matchBut check this out here, roadie lay on the groundI'll show your clown ass how these hot balls soundThey goin'Click, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, click, click, blowClick, click, blow, blow, that's my styleI have this on, put the bricks in the bag, babyAnd you come shot, I'ma bust your head, babyAnd the neighbor dope man, whoa, yeah, that's meI'm out that 504 to that CP3Give me an ounce and I'ma flip it to a brick figureYou got my scratch if you snitchin', you a trick figureHit the pit, you probably gon' be a misfigureSo here's a bribe for your chest, I mean your tits, triggerImagine, all the bricks in the product was made of cocaineI be the richest young soldier in this rap gameAll my money comin' on my trucksMore cars, more houses, more freaks to pluckIt wasn't worried when I'm slow playerI'm worldwide, you haters can't take itYou petrified, then let me looseOut there I reveal, thuggin' with PIt's no limit, till I die, y'all can't get with meWhat's up, playa, you lookin' slick with that100G chain with the bracelet and latchWell, check this out here, roll it lay on the groundBefore I show your clown ass how these hot balls soundThey goin' click-click-blow-blow, click-click-blowClick-click-blow-blow, click-click-blowClick-click-blow-blow, click-click-blowClick-click-blow-blow, that's my styleClick-click-blow-blow, click-click-blowClick-click-blow-blow, that's my style