2006

[Intro]
(Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)
Tryna slap all these 'bows like I'm—
My nigga Big Mike in this bitch rollin' so hard (Yeah, Yung Sak Runner)
Yung Sak Runner (Man, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I'm tryna slap all these 'bows like I'm Will Smith (Slappin' shit)
This a Glock 17, it got a kill switch (Glock 17)
Took a fifty-band loss, but we still rich
We the sixty-dollar boys, all seal shit
I don't listen to his music, I don't feel shit
You only sent for three days, you gon' still snitch (Three days)
So many blues in my pocket, I feel like a Crip (Like a Rolling Crip)
A nigga reach for this chain, I'm comin' off my hip (Comin' off my hip)
Dropped a deuce in my pop, two-hundred-dollar zips (Two-hundred-dollar zips)
We be taxin' for the 'za like 2006
I'm up early every day, I work first shift
Lil' bro high off them pills, he got a Perc' itch (Bro so high in there)
Ranbo owed me an FN, the police searched it (Ranbo owed me)
She got a BBL on her, told her twerk it (Told her—)
Uh, this a sixty-dollar eighth, I'ma terp it (Sixty dude)
I be runnin' to that bag like it's urgent (Like it's urgent)
Don't sell that white nigga no dope, that nigga workin' (That nigga workin')
Niggas mad 'cause they broke and they hurtin' (Niggas broke as hell)
They hit his ass with that switch, they close the curtains (They hit his dumb ass)
I got so much chicken on me, I work for Church's (Church's Chicken)
You ain't never had a fifty, nigga, merch it
Have my OG outside of your crib out there lurkin' (Shotty did)
Niggas really don't want smoke, niggas sweet
I'll put some bands on some niggas' head if it's beef
Lil' bro just sold thirty-somethin' 'bows, it took a week (Yeah)
I'm a Northside nigga how I creep
Just tell you know, you the type of nigga country, you a creep
Bitch, I'm runnin' up that money like I'm Meech
Lil' bro made thirty in the morning, got me geeked (Got me geeked as hell)
Made a hundred on that L, LSP (LSP)
He be talkin' on the 'net, we gon' see (We gon' see)
Dropped a four in my pop, now I'm sleep
You better cut that bitch off, she a leech (She a leech)
I just rolled four grams in a leaf (In a leaf)
Niggas ain't even got more money than my niece (On my mama)
I'm a motherfuckin' wolf, you a sheep
Thirty Beecher niggas in the party, yeah, we deep, huh
Ten bands, all blues on me, got it neat (Got it neat as hell)
Why you kissin' on that bitch? She a freak (Ugh)
I ain't gotta pay, bro'd catch it for the free (For the free)
I ain't had to pay, she just threw it, it was free (It was free)

[Outro]
She was throwin' that shit, nigga, that shit free, you tryna beef over that bitch, boy
Better stop tryna beef over that slut
We get money, nigga, LSP, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on, got Detwan Love in the booth with me
Slap five shit, yeah
Gang, gang, LSP forever, nigga, long live Skino, fuck boy
He was never 'bout a sealed pack
Cheap-ass niggas
Come on the bow, get fapped, fap, fap, fap
Dumbass
Know what the fuck goin' on, YSR shit, free Drich, free the gang, boy