I heard my buddy went out bad, but I'm nothing like my buddy now He went out sad and made me mad, now I can't even *** with him Suckers done, what's up with them? I buck on them, scope up them temps Petty hustlers, predators, pressure them, then they crumble them Crippled niggas, ***bag wheelchairs, I humble them Bullets get to flippin' and bumblin' and tumblin' Gucci man, hey, let's jump and nobody jumpin' him One man, two handguns, that's what you up against My right arm is so caught strong, why is the muscle big? From whippin' dope in my long johns, I made it jump again I don't know where you from, home, but you best come again Ain't nobody so mo' dope than me but Mexicans Ayy, I just broke my thumb again I been runnin' up my money, I can't run up out of wind I was runnin' while I had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen And I still hold it down too, my mama ain't raise no damn fool I'm big like I do big ***, boy, I ain't nothin' like you I'm flexin' hard with my young black ass and all my cash is brick I pull up in the Rolls-Royce Maybach and I'm just 22 They like, how the *** he get that ***? I been gettin' to it Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves, yo, bitch, I been makin' moves It's nothin' too hard, I hate to play it cool Mama told me them boys ain't cool Bitch, I can wish off a turbo too Yeah, bitch, we a turbo too This watch right here cost a Lam' truck, but ***, I think I want a Lam' truck too ***'s real, nigga, I ain't playin' no rules *** you talkin' about? More money, more problem, I don't give a ***, I keep it revolving If it got a problem, know I'ma solve it Man, heard about me, the nigga go search your browser I will post it up on Joe Balfour's will We were robber, we weren't workin' no deal Smokin' gas, that *** be loud like Malia Niggas talkin', but they know what it deal, huh? I got them crook rollin', and I got them shotgun I got them gangsta niggas, and they got them big guns I got them OGs, yeah, they ridin' with me, they gon' kill somethin' And I got them Piru, bitch, they ain't gon' spell nothin' Naw, Lord just sent the text, they in Call my country, boy, they gone 10-7-10, Ola, we on Sippin' act, don't do Patron Chain said, brr, re-up, make it disappear On that Pimp C, talkin' slur Pop a perc, my vision blurred My big boutique, Patek Philippe Had cat motor in my Jeep Talkin' bars, I charge a fee Took a 05, bang a B Pop a perc, I'm ***in' mad, I love it, I'm ***in' Piru