text: Ayy, ayyy
  Hahahahaha
  Tank God
  Ayy, ayy
  Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
  Man, I feel just like a rockstar 
  All my brothers got that gas
  And they always be smokin like a Rasta 
  Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
  And show up, man, name them the shottas 
  When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
  Grrra-ta-ta-ta 
  Switch my whip, came back in black
  Im startin sayin, Rest in peace to Bon Scott 
  Close that door, we blowin smoke
  She ask me light a fire like Im Morrison 
  Act a fool on stage
  Prolly leave my fuckin show in a cop car 
  Shit was legendary
  Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
  Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin, dont give a damn
  Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
  Sayin, Im with the band 
  Now she actin outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
  Hundred bitches in my trailer say they aint got a man
  And they all brought a friend 
  Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
  Man, I feel just like a rockstar 
  All my brothers got that gas
  And they always be smokin like a Rasta 
  Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
  And show up, man, name them the shottas 
  When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
  Grrra-ta-ta-ta 
  Oh shit, hey 
  I just did like twenty shots and now Im standin on top of a cop car 
  She been givin me head for twenty minutes, man, this bitch gotta have lockjaw 
  Aint no retirin, bitch Im firin out the car, let the Glock off 
  And its a job, take the car to the karate shop and chop that bitch like water 
  Man, my shit been going back-to-back, grrra-ta-ta-ta, just like a choppa 
  Police pull up behind me, aint no time to go and hide it, throw the rock far 
  Valuable , for twenty minutes, oh man, my shit is bout as swole as a gold bond 
  I got plenty more, prolly fifty more, but this is what we did so far-ar-ar
  Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
  Man, I feel just like a rockstar 
  All my brothers got that gas
  And they always be smokin like a Rasta 
  Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
  And show up, man, name them the shottas 
  When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
  Grrra-ta-ta-ta 
  This that Amethyst Rockstar-life, might not make it
  Drop gems til I shine bright, just be patient
  Two girls in my hotel bathroom naked
  Thats the type of thrill that I like, dont waste it
  My cup filled with no chaser, Im wasted
  Mixin weed with the Henny, got me cross-faded
  Like, Sorry, no interviews, yall caught in the Matrix
  Checkin for statements, life is what you make it
  Im never on vacation cause theres no days off
  All the hard work, dedication, know it all pays off
  I been gettin no sleep, I been workin graveyard shifts
  Im a Braveheart, shit, they call me the Sergeant
  The general, my squadron, the Pro Era army
  Droppin bombs, this is just the calm before the storm, see
  They can never harm me, my brother catch a homi
  T-Pain, Post Malone, Joey Bad, this is godly
  Huh, hahaha
  Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies
  Man, I feel just like a rockstar 
  All my brothers got that gas
  And they always be smokin like a Rasta 
  Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi
  And show up, man, name them the shottas 
  When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go
  Grrra-ta-ta-ta