Intro 
Ayy, ayy, ayy 
Grrah 

Verse 
Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin' 
You play with the gang and this Glock get to bustin' 
I went out to London and came back with somethin' 
I'm making that call and my young niggas comin' 
Facts, I was just stuffin' them grams in that 'Lac 
Told my lil' bro smoke a blunt and relax 
I might get to trippin' with P's in the back 
Got hundreds and fifties put up in a stash, ayy 
'Member when I ain't had shit, now a lil' nigga got rich, ayy 
'Member seeing bro trappin', now we livin' lavish 
Tried to run, he got shot in the back 
Still mad, I had to go ditch the MAC 
Caught him slipping, took him down for the packs 
I'ma just stack and go get the cash, ayy 
Big .44, ridin' 'round town with like four hoes 
Niggas hate 'cause my wrist froze 
Your brother fake, he not me though 
Boy approach me, then I open that bag 
'Cause if we need it, then we takin' your bread 
Gotta watch who be talking to feds 
The police don't play 'cause they know what I'm with, bitch 
Used to be ridin' 'round with sticks, ayy 
Might just be fucking your bitch, ayy 
Bitch, I'm the king of my clique, ayy 
They always take me on the hits 
These new niggas gon' act like that they on something 
But they ain't on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun 
I beez in the trap, in all black, the G's in the back 
On Titus'on Ave with no L's, but keys to the pad 
I'm really with that, a nigga play, I'm getting him whacked 
It really get sad, these niggas tough until they get smacked 
Come to the door, sell a four, then send his ass home 
I go to the ham, I'm untouched, these niggas be hoes 
I'm wondering though why they got artillery for 
Bitch, leave me alone, it ain't no fame from me in them songs 
Bitch, we know how to make money fast, 'cause we the trending topics 
Niggas think they on my ass, man, tell them niggas stop it 
Bought my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping 
Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the city out 
Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out 
Selling guns out my mama house 
If they slide, then let 'em slide, I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout
Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out
Selling guns out my mama house
If they slide, then let 'em slide, I ain't tryna see what they talkin' 'bout (They talkin' 'bout)