text: Fo sho’ 
  Fo’ sho
  Yeah, mm
  Tell a nigga, Dont play 
  Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay 
  Know I keep my distance, one call and Im on the way 
  Im tryna see bout it 
  The only man I fear is God ’cause they know we bout it
  Yeah, they know we ’bout it 
  Only run with steppers, cant do a weak body 
  Only V8s and V12s when we ridin 
  Bad bitch, she ridin, ayy 
  And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin
  RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps
  Fuckin with rich niggas, we wont hit licks, hit for stocks
  All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
  And Ill take a nigga life fore I take a bitch to shop
  Only do the red keys 
  Aint a dead body, but Ill stretch her out on the bed sheet 
  Fore I fuck her, you know that I ask her for the head please 
  Get the nigga dead, please 
  10k, get the whip, flip, thats a rip-stick, dead Gs, dead Glocks
  And I aint Young Money but Im down to make the bed rock, ayy
  Ima roll out the pussy, watch the gang, roll a dead opp
  Told the bitch to head rock
  Know the beat knock how her head bop
  And Im a clean nigga but you know I like the head slop
  Slide when we headshot 
  Im a fan of the green beam, dont do the red dots
  Im the type of nigga to give her dick, Ima make her legs lock 
  And Ill still run a nigga down, Im tryna head-shop 
  Im hitting every shot 
  Tell a nigga, Dont play 
  Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay 
  Know I keep my distance, one call and Im on the way 
  Im tryna see bout it 
  The only man I fear is God cause they know we bout it
  Yeah, they know we bout it 
  Only run with steppers, cant do a weak body 
  Only V8s and V12s when we ridin 
  Bad bitch, she ridin, ayy 
  And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin
  RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps
  Fuckin with rich niggas, we wont hit licks, hit for stocks
  All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
  And Ill take a nigga life fore I take a bitch to shop
  Two FNs stuffed in my Amiris, these aint Levis
  Knew how it felt to hold a gun when I was knee-high
  Uncle Ray let me hold his .38 whenever wed ride 
  At the age of five, back then, I aint understand, I aint see why 
  And a nigga damn sure never saw me rappin
  Either way it go, they gon have to catch me with that fire, no lackin
  Quit frontin your move, aint none of yall bitch ass niggas about no action
  I get mad in this bitch, come off my hip and wet up your Starter jacket
  And the niggas Im with gon step on any other nigga that saw it happen
  Hope you lil niggas know
  Every nigga round me, he done did it before, Ill kill you at my show
  Two hundred twenty-five thousand get me out the door, half a million or more
  I make her cry me a river before we get close, need to get me a boat
  Tell a nigga, Dont play 
  Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay 
  Know I keep my distance, one call and Im on the way 
  Im tryna see bout it 
  The only man I fear is God cause they know we bout it
  Yeah, they know we bout it 
  Only run with steppers, cant do a weak body 
  Only V8s and V12s when we ridin 
  Bad bitch, she ridin, ayy 
  And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin
  RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps
  Fuckin with rich niggas, we wont hit licks, hit for stocks
  All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop
  And Ill take a nigga life fore I take a bitch to shop