Yeah, uh

Yeah [x6]

Wassup, turn me up a little bit, ya’ll ready, listen lil’ nigga

Ridin’ in that new thing with the top off

Honda red extra side nigga hot sauce

Got a mini 14 case it pop off

Yeah it’s fresh out the pot, so it’s not soft

Got three or four baddies with me

And I swear them bitches ain’t leavin’

Know two or three niggas that switched up

That’s a charge ya’ll fucked up for treason

Took a hundred thousand dollars out the safe

Blow it all for no muthafuckin reason

Pull up on the whole world with the top down

Middle finger, yeah bitch it’s snow season

First you drop ya top, then ya cock ya Glock

Packin’ the tool, we knock his ass out the box

Word to my granny, we kept crack at the spot

Go to Miami we get it crackin’ a lot

Let’s speak to J Lo and shut it down right we gon Liv

Party at the club took it straight to the crib

Bitch I’m about to drink so much champagne

Got on bout four or five chains, Rick James

Woke up in the morning with a bag on my mind

Black caramel thing goddamn that bitch fine

Straight to the mall buy some shit I don’t need

Pocket full of paper, yeah the type it don’t read

I got three or four baddies with me

And I swear that them bitches ain’t leavin’

Know two or three niggas that switched up

That’s a charge, ya’ll fucked up for treason

Took a hundred thousand dollars out the safe

Blow it all for no muthafuckin’ reason

Pull up on the whole world with the top down

Middle finger, yeah bitch it’s snow season

Quarter million dollars now you got a million reasons

Won’t stop till ya crib lookin like that Four Seasons

Never had a job, yeah I got street money

Rent a room in my spot, yeah you might see money

Might not like it, but you niggas gon respect it

Started this shit for the muthfuckin’ record

Got bad broad thang she be havin’ mood swings

One time she seen me wit another bitch, her mood changed

Got this other thang, yeah she like to eat sushi

Always bring her homegirls they be actin’ all bougie

This ain’t a tech nine, this a muthafuckin’ uzi

Al Pacino, bitch my life a muthafuckin’ movie

I got three or four baddies with me

And I swear that them bitches ain’t leavin’

Know two or three niggas that switched up

That’s a charge, ya’ll fucked up for treason

Took a hundred thousand dollars out the safe

Blow it all for no muthafuckin’ reason

Pull up on the whole world with the top down

Middle finger, yeah bitch it’s snow season

[x3]