Gang, aye Out west 290 shit, you know how I'm rockin', nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mob sticked, bitch [Verse] I hit the mall, Gucci, Louis, Fendi, I just buy it all Shout out to my shooter, he retarded, he ain’t got it all Must be drunk, bet you had you too much of that alcohol John Wall, bitch I shoot, but I don't play no basketball Could've, should've, would've, but you didn't Double G, my Gucci shirt is linen I put Forgiatos on a Bentley Windows tinted, they can't see who in it I ain't been broke in a minute They ain't sold dope in a minute Back in the days, I sold plenty 'Cause minimum wage wasn't gon' get it We gangbang, nigga, rep your set, what the fuck you claim Thick bitch, tattoo on her ass, yeah, that be my name Talk shit, I'ma get you changed for a piece of change Walkin' lick, silence on the stick, you won't hear a thing Sold dope from my grandma house, 'cause I'm a hustler You might get a discount if you a customer Yeah, I think you's a rat nigga, you hang with bustas This bitch say she in love with me, but I don't trust her I pulled up, I'm in a Tesla, the color mustard You police, you tryna cuff her, I'm tryna fuck her She callin' me, I blocked her number, I'm tryna duck her Leave niggas with the shitty face, I make 'em suffer Got racks up in the pillowcase and under the covers You in a turtle race, I got a quicker pace, I'm gettin' bigger cake Bigger cake up on my dinner plate, what should I eat today? Aim at your head, crack it like a egg, you think its Easter Day I just bought my shooter Rugers, fuck her, send her in a Uber I'm a winner, you's a loser, fuck the teacher and a tutor The feds watch my stash house, I gotta watch how I maneuver You make me bring my mask out, you'd think that I was Freddie Kreuger They find you with your ass out, now you smellin' like manure I picked up my shell casings, dump them bitches in the sewer We shot up the family reunion, bitch, we some party poopers I fucked her and sold her a dream, I think I'm Martin Luther You fucked up, think you can fuck with me, you got me fucked up Like Rosa, feet kicked up, sittin' on the back of my tour bus When I left the strip club, I pulled out doin' donuts Ride Forgios and Velanos while your car on donuts Niggas sneak dissin' and don't even know us You say you 'bout it, you gon' have to show us Run off with your money like janky promoters My car is my baby, I roll like a stroller And we pop your top like some strawberry soda These bankrolls on me be so big, I can't fold 'em And we empty Glocks, double back and reload 'em I ran out of coke, so that soap what I sold 'em It's so many grams in these blunts, I can't roll 'em Got so many bricks on them boats, I can't float 'em These pistols got bodies, but we still gon tote 'em Won't aim at your body, them caskets, we close 'em