Yeah You, motherf*ckers hit my line and you be trippin
I be in the back in the kitchen pistol whippin
I ain't bout, pulling up and chillin
Rather get the product, dab you up and then I'm dippin
Get a feeling
When I'm sippin
Double cups a lot of women
Think I make a better villain
Came a long way from being in the mall stealing
Now I'm chillin with the homies and we selling out the building
Money coming bitches f*cking yeah you know
Well these bitches think they slick I hit em with the pick n roll
Put a xanny in my Creme soda moving real slow
And I'm in HTOWN with the hoes on polls
See em showing out for legends that be swanging in the rolls
I'm like yeah, okay, I may want that
Back in the LBK I wanna drop my class
Then put my life on blast
And steady count up racks
Chill and smoke on gas
While I make these tracks
I mean