Yuh, aye
Too much drip all up in the f*ckin waist
Young n***a all up in that f*ckin paper-chase
I don't really give a damn, I be rollin with the crew
Coming from that f*ckin Texas, R.I.P. to the screw
These n****s talk about they real, turn out fake
They can't really f*ckin relate
Young n***a having too much drip
Already know have that f*ckin sauce
You over here taking all these losses, taking that L
Young n***a getting clientele
All up in the f*ckin streets, selling all the dope
I didn't gave a damn, I was their only hope
Always kept it One Hunnid
Never ever fold, too much drip on the chain
Big Money Gang
Haters on my head, no lice
Way too hot? No spice
Restart the game like twice
You know I drip, drop
Let me clean up with a mop
Pulling up with no top
And that bitch a drop-top
Working my wrist till it lock
Holy water, drop it in the pot, already know
Going in the game, smoking too much 'dro
Young migo, till the day that we can't no-mo
Coming from the Texas, sip Big Moe
On the f*ckin Actavis, in the lab like the mothaf*ckin chemist
Lost all up in the smoke, lost all up in the mist
Why these n****s sneak-diss? All the time
Having that Louis Vuitton, all up in the mothaf*ckin bag
I'm just tryna make a couple of bandz
Bitch, I'm off the wall like Vans
Someone come get they girl, she f*ckin with the plans
Still sipping Tea in the hood
"Couldn't catch me if you could"
I stay strapped with the Glock
Don't f*ck with no opp, make them dance like the milly-rock (Uh)