Bitch im bout my guala im just getting to the cheese
Yo bitch on her knees yelling please give it to me
250 bout that cash we just getting to the bag
Skrt off inna jag leaving all these niggas mad
And i dont want your heart baby please do not be sad
Serving all this coke and my white boy say its rad
All my bitches bad and they suck me up for dabs
Im stingy with my paper you can call me Mr.Krabs
Smoking OG cookies its coming from the bay
Still sippin lean i cant kick the cup today
I been on my grind waiting for them better days
Smoking onnat boofy inna sky just like a plane
We want all the smoke 250 blowing out yo brains
You look like a stain im finna take yo chain
If you run up on me imma leave you wear you lay
Glock 45 with a drum let it spray
Bitch im signed with nike i just do it for a check
All these bitches pressed they know that im up next
My white boy shooter like to call him Kyle Korver
And he dont miss that boy love scoring
All this wok im pouring lean got me slurring
The xans steady callin the money what im stalkin
I hear these niggas talkin say they gone kill me
Well nigga im still walking i keep a glock for caution
F*cking that bitch onna dash she wanna f*ck i got cash
You niggas be fake eyelash you f*cking that bitch with a rash
Im cool im countin my cash laughing at niggas in last
250 my niggas gone blast you niggas wont last
Sippin da wok it dont stop just got the pack lil nigga come shop
All these lil bitches they just want da guap pull up on yo block
We letting it pop this is not a game not talking EA
I know im the greatest not afraid to say it
You niggas not shit yall constipated
Im getting the guala im getting the cheese
Yo bitch on her knees she begging for me