Mr. Lee on the track, boyKnow what I'm sayin'?Big 30K, silverback gorilla, niggaMore up-style music, bitchLook25 lighters on my dresser, yes sirBlowin' big pressure on leather, don't guess, noBone solid, nigga, you can miss me with that extraPacks comin' in, get them gone like I'm HesslerHot boy, baby, big 40 on the dresserPressure, and heavy on the cheese like I'm ChesterReal 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 HBoss of the South, a king with the shakeAnd you know I got the juice, ballin' like I'm Sheryl SwoopsIn the field where it's real, tryna scuffle up some lootTeam full of troops, all my niggas shootPull up on your block, choppers hangin' out the roofI got big dog status, let you bigBig dog having, leave them dead on the porchWith a big dog packageOnce upon a time in the trap I saidI'ma get this money and I'ma stack that breadIf pussies play pussy, I'ma push them off the ledgeCause I'ma live life on the edge just like DreNigga sneak dissin' on the gram while I'm slingin' gramsYou think it's Thanksgiving the way they all on me hamOn some Jive Turkey *, workers tryna work me *Mad because they bitches tryna jerk me quick and slurp me goodYou got money, I got money, what the * we talkin' boutYou got hitters, I got hitters, what the * the Balkans boughtWhite Rover, black top, lookin' like a flat topBeen hustlin' since I bought Wee Saks from Taco off the black topBut that was on the back blocks, before we slung crack rocksPosted at the trap spot, I swear we had it mapped outIf you can't relate, good for you, the story of the half-lotsHouston ain't the barrel of crabs, this * a crab potNiggas try to hold you back, bitches try to slow you upNiggas act funny in front of honeys and try to show you upThat's how they show they two faces, let you know they true facesMake me * your main bitch and now she makin' screw facesI recall turnin' a few pints to a few casesStackin' up green money, red money, and blue facesSlidin' around, bumpin' Nipsey Hussles, blue lacesMe and my bro live that third verse out on blue lacesEverybody wild, the bitch be takin' up two spacesTrap money, fillin' up shoeboxes and suitcasesMarvin' for these blue faces, money by the twoPlay, I'm blitzin' hitters and crackin' niggas pecans*** money, it's top shelf when I burn treesTrap money, I hook the corner like a BurmeseIn my home, in my zone, blowin' big weedNiggas cappin', I done left them, it's a big leagueI remember gettin' them in, droppin' them offBreakin' down a Neen in the kitchen, rockin' up soapsStangin' like a Wos, swangin' when I flossIn the turnin' lane, beatin', bangin' like a bossFight work, the pit on the springHit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floorHair in the fit, skittin' when I lock on the trackPoppin' my *, I buck, tote, chain, shockCollars and rock, while I'm snappin' snack *I'm a game dog, I clock dollarsOnce upon a time in the trap, I saidI'ma get this money and I'ma stack that breadIf pussies play pussy, I'ma push them off the ledgeCause I'ma live life on the edge, just like DrezI'ma live life on the edge, just like Drez