
I'm a big dog to yo' big homie,
ride with the stick on me
Clip big on me, shoot the mother****e
if she snitch on me
Used to hit licks
now this chain a whole lick on me
All about that chicken mother****e
I gotta keep some strips on me
Keep them strips on me,
Yeah mother****er, I keep them strips on m
On my momma, wish a mother****er would try and get on m
I'm the one who slide,
Giving b*****s when yo' b***h ass lonel
Make yo' ass feel some type of way,
like Rich Homie
Now Lorina only boy,
gotta ride with that K close
Strip a mother****er down to his socks for that bank rol
The b***h off a zip if she thought that I would chase he
Drinkin' out the bottle,
I ain't ****ing with no chase
Whole fit cost a ten,
I'll do a mother****ing in
I'll hit a mother****ing block,
and come and do that mother****ing again
mother****ers talkin' out they neck so we hoppin' out them vans
Three K's, Ku Klux Klan,
pop a mother****ing like a Xan'
Pop a mother****ing like a Xan,
tryna hop out a Lam'
We them mother****ers settin' trends,
all in Nieman's blowin' bands
How y'all funkin' one day,
and the next mother****ers friends?
I'll do a mother****ing in,
for them Franklins, bands
My mother****er keep a Glock,
not no mother****ing' tazer
I keep them dread head mother****ers with me like Jamaica
In the Bay but I'm tryna move to Vegas like the Raiders
And everywhere I go that Smith with me like Jada
mother****ers sendin' shots on songs,
mother****ers we sendin' shots on land
And mother****ers try and snatch my chain,
leave his brains in his hands
mother****ers stickin' cause I'm singin',
I'm the mother****er that's the demon
I'll pack a mother****er out and I'll do it for no reason
Ten bands in my pocket,
she tuck bands in her cleavage
Gave 'em 23 shots and went to catch a flight to Cleveland
You can catch me in Sac' mother****er,
ridin' with that pack mother****er
mother****ers say they on me,
but where the mother****ers they at mother****er?
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in that drop lane changin'
Tryna live this lifestyle but could your ass maintain it?
Only mother****er that I'm worried 'bout is Benjamin Franklin
We be in the party, sticked up, gang-gangin'
Hundred round, mother****ers aimin',
I'm a dog, ain't no tamin'
If you want me what you payin'?
If you broke, then I'm taken
mother****ers get to breakin',
when that choppa get to sprayin'
I hit it from the back,
lay her down and hit to blame 'em
Lay her down and I hit that mother****ing
mother****ers pull up on me,
I'ma flip that whip
SOB the gang and I'm in that mother****ing
IMessage for them blues,
I send that mother****er
Aye, baby send me naked pictures
I'll slap a mother****er brother,
I'll pimp a mother****er's sister
Let you mother****ers do the trickin',
mother****er I'ma stick to trippin'
'Cause the slimmy, I'll empty,
hold thirty in this extension
Yep, and that’s the mother****ing truth
We thuggin' in the field,
while y'all thuggin' in the booth
Your Glock got a stick, LOL mine too
If it's mother****ing slide through,
mother****ers trip I'ma shoot
No I ain't that mother****er,
I'm that mother****er times two
Fit cost a couple thou',
band just for my shoes
Ain't no mother****ers in my circle,
only boss ty mother****ers
Young mother****ers worth a couple mil' like soon
This chop got a mop,
but this Glock got a boom
I'll hit a mother****er house,
the house clean a mother****er room
Got one eye with me,
he'll clap mother****ers
MAC missionary, lay a mother****er on his back mother****er
(back mother****er, back mother****er, back mother****er, back mother****er)