800UG

Drive by
With window down

Got the pistol

40 got a whip
Up in
A bitch

I got him crystal

Yuh
30 hunnits whippets
In this bitch
U gotta tummy tuck it

Timmy turner
I been wishin for that burner
Rockin all designer
I can turn u
To that fighter

Real quick
Stick down
Fist up

What the fuck
U brought a gun for

When my brother call me
Bruh it's a
10 4

I been coppin all this shit 
Like
It ain’t rly
Nun to me

I ain't link with no bitch
So don't come for me

Only bitch that I need
Is a bitch that can comfort me

Aye
Whippits in this bitch
I got a sale for 5

If u ain’t commin with the bread
U ain't leavin alive

I keep it low underground
It ain't seein the light

Try to kill me first
And
Then u never gonna find it
Uh

Man i promise
All Bigguettes diamonds
On an island
Uh
Somewhere
Like far away

So close to home
But u here to stay

It's gonna kill a motha fucka

I be whippin in this bitch
UnTill thе end of the summer

Go ahеad
Go and Count up the numbers

5500 hunnit bad bitches
In the club
And they shakin ass

Never wanna leave me
Cuz I'm out here
Throwin all this rent money

Bitches always tryna dish a number
Bruh that's kinda funny

Bruh that kinda funny
Aye

Old times
Bitches never
Wanna
Give me
A chance

Now it's like anytime that I want it
I can get it

I ain't talkin Pussy
Bruh I’m talkin money

Keep it walkin
If u gonna keep talkin

30 clip em

Hit em
Wit that g shock

Suckin on this dick
Baby make ya fuckin knees pop

I told her bend it over
Then she hit me with the beat box

Stoopid ass top
Got me slump
In these damn socks

Slidin on ya block
With no damn mask