My nigga Lee, I think we got another oneYeah, ayy, we the rappers, we gon' pull up with they own moneyAnd they own goodMy daughters came across in balls, he finna load me upI hang around some real killers, so you can't hold me niggasCorner smokin' weed, runnin' lights, I'm in the store with youAin't never got a massage inside the foreign, this the real oneMy man ain't never see me hooch, you see me rappin', say you killin'You ever seen one of your asses, I tried to spank him, I really did itI can hit the hood and post up with the savages, I'm the realestAnd my Michael J's always got my Glock 23I zip lean, I pop perks, I * bitches for the freeI heard you beatin' on your bitch, cause you mad, she follow meI'm just happy I got some money, if I was broke, I wouldn't sleepI'm the Glock boy, I ain't trippin', hit my phone if it's a problemWe used to mail them back then, but now we flyin'We in the chat without no money, we kicked you out, don't waste our timeUnless I put a button on him, you ain't gon' catch me with no nineNigga, I don't trip about nothin', but my slickBack row all blue, I look like a creepI got a 60, homie, nah, I R.I.P. the niggaCaught a hop out, game over, he got a lil' flickI grind hard when the rent doI be playin' with the balls, bro, you playin' with that * zooHundred M's on my mentalI got elite niggas alone, I ain't really tryna get suedMy bitch thick and my bitch rudeThe op niggas tryna get me, the fiends tryna get fooledNiggas see us, they get spookedNigga, every nigga with me, then put a nigga on the newsI don't get sleep, I don't snoozeI wake up every day early to go get bluesI'm rich as *, you can still catch me with goonsYou know the Glock on fully, boy, don't get booedIn the mountains, phone roaming, you can't get throughBitch tryna tell me I ain't *, you ain't * tooLately, I done had a lot of hoes that I can pick throughStill thinkin' bout that one * and I miss itShe look at me in the eyes and still lie to meDamn, bro, it close as we once was, I'm still aroundI know a couple niggas who had never snitched, she ain't got arms stillBounce through the hood every day, I'm still around* that ass, so man, I bet you get a couple dollarsMan, this money ain't *, I was still rich without itAll the kids love me, quick to throw my depositI'm a blocker to a track, we got traffic just like MayaBlood call got me on my way back to San FranYou don't have about that one *, but you don't understandWas ever down to your last ten, you should understandYou did that and got caught the next day, it's just business, I understand*