Bought my b*** Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest b*** I ever had My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Bucking low like Ace Boogie, I re-up 200 cash Rich as s*** in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler Press box at all the games, sitting next to the Pagoulas Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers I just made another play and bought a F*** for my shooters Hood, still eat the ramen noodles That low cost an extra five if I got it to you We the mob, you violate that, I gotta shoot you Send some rockets through you, hollow tips poppin' to you Griselda keep winning, you don't know how to stop it, do you? In the end, I'm gonna be on top of you I've been getting and rocking since f*** was rocking FUBU I don't care what city you from, you solid, I salute you Whip it till my wrist bone hurting Newspapers on them windows, no curtains Fiends knocking, soul searching Water turned off in that trap, f*** get the stove working Pour Poland Springs in that pot, cook up them O's perfect Jackboy sniff on my 50 until his nose hurting Coming through them back blocks, riding around with the pole lurking My young boy quit drinking lean, he going cold turkey Sticks and stones don't break my bones while my bullets don't hurt Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest b***h I ever had My plug like Lula, give me whatever I ask Walking low like Ace Boogie, I re-up 200 cash Richest b***h in the city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler Press box at all the games, sitting next to the pagoulas Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers I just made another play and bought a F*** for my shooters, love Throw some bake in the pot with some ice, the dope I cook, lock up Sneaker box with bands in the bag, you think I left footlocker Young b***h behind your garage, holding a full chopper Dropped out of school, decided he just gon' push product Low pro copped out the 5, damn I feel for him My n***a KVJ in the feds, trying to appeal 40 Slaughter machine so much, that h***a steal for me Say it's go time and my head is ready to drill for me Getting smoked in broad day and it's a shame Don't matter if you was in front of the priest or you getting stained Ain't no respect in my hood unless you putting some pain Keep sleeping on my city and thinking this s*** a game We don't play fair, drive-bys right in front of the daycare We spray hair pin traders, that F*** on the waist hair Yeah, garbage bags wrapped around the K's head Told you it's spooky, my n***a can't cross the lake here Chanel jacket with the big Chanel bag Sneak the hammer in the club, the realest b***h I ever had My plug like Lulu, give me whatever I ask Bucket low like Ace Boogie, I read up 200 cash Richest n***a in my city, got my neck on Rick the Ruler Press box at all the games, sitting next to the bagoulas Came up with them brick sellers and them hundred pound movers I just made a hundred play and brought a F in for my shooters Spooky, way spooky I been up smack the black off on you, man You can play with me I'll smack the black off your f***ing lungs, boy Machete Machete