Mr. Lee on the track, boy
Know what I'm sayin'?
Big 30K, silverback gorilla, nigga
More up-style music, bitch
Look
25 lighters on my dresser, yes sir
Blowin' big pressure on leather, don't guess, no
Bone solid, nigga, you can miss me with that extra
Packs comin' in, get them gone like I'm Hessler
Hot boy, baby, big 40 on the dresser
Pressure, and heavy on the cheese like I'm Chester
Real nigga first when you ask me what I'm reppin'
80s and gorillas, what you mean, how I'm steppin'?
Let's get this * straight, I'm the king of the H
Boss of the South, a king with the shake
And you know I got the juice, ballin' like I'm Sheryl Swoops
In the field where it's real, tryna scuffle up some loot
Team full of troops, all my niggas shoot
Pull up on your block, choppers hangin' out the roof
I got big dog status, let you big
Big dog having, leave them dead on the porch
With a big dog package
Once upon a time in the trap I said
I'ma get this money and I'ma stack that bread
If pussies play pussy, I'ma push them off the ledge
Cause I'ma live life on the edge just like Dre
Nigga sneak dissin' on the gram while I'm slingin' grams
You think it's Thanksgiving the way they all on me ham
On some Jive Turkey *, workers tryna work me *
Mad because they bitches tryna jerk me quick and slurp me good
You got money, I got money, what the * we talkin' bout
You got hitters, I got hitters, what the * the Balkans bought
White Rover, black top, lookin' like a flat top
Been hustlin' since I bought Wee Saks from Taco off the black top
But that was on the back blocks, before we slung crack rocks
Posted at the trap spot, I swear we had it mapped out
If you can't relate, good for you, the story of the half-lots
Houston ain't the barrel of crabs, this * a crab pot
Niggas try to hold you back, bitches try to slow you up
Niggas act funny in front of honeys and try to show you up
That's how they show they two faces, let you know they true faces
Make me * your main bitch and now she makin' screw faces
I recall turnin' a few pints to a few cases
Stackin' up green money, red money, and blue faces
Slidin' around, bumpin' Nipsey Hussles, blue laces
Me and my bro live that third verse out on blue laces
Everybody wild, the bitch be takin' up two spaces
Trap money, fillin' up shoeboxes and suitcases
Marvin' for these blue faces, money by the two
Play, I'm blitzin' hitters and crackin' niggas pecans
*** money, it's top shelf when I burn trees
Trap money, I hook the corner like a Burmese
In my home, in my zone, blowin' big weed
Niggas cappin', I done left them, it's a big league
I remember gettin' them in, droppin' them off
Breakin' down a Neen in the kitchen, rockin' up soaps
Stangin' like a Wos, swangin' when I floss
In the turnin' lane, beatin', bangin' like a boss
Fight work, the pit on the spring
Hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor
Hair in the fit, skittin' when I lock on the track
Poppin' my *, I buck, tote, chain, shock
Collars and rock, while I'm snappin' snack *
I'm a game dog, I clock dollars
Once upon a time in the trap, I said
I'ma get this money and I'ma stack that bread
If pussies play pussy, I'ma push them off the ledge
Cause I'ma live life on the edge, just like Drez
I'ma live life on the edge, just like Drez