On i94

[Intro]
Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh (Brrt, brrt), ayy, uh, yeah (Whew, whew, whew, whew)

[Verse]
I'm on '94, in a '55, doing double that
Catch the opps Moncler and pop him like some bubble wrap
If I hand it off to gang, I know he won't fumble that
What he tossing in the club, I know I can double that
Nah, I can't triple that, tah, uh
I should start detention, all my bitches bad
Louis V duffel like a toilet, got some shit in that
I ain't got no mo'fucking balance, bitch, I trip in Saks
I'll tell a bitch it's that
Anytime I look into a mirror, bitch, I see the shit
Counting blues while your bitch blew me, I must be a Crip
Glocky tuck in on my Mike Amiri's, know you see the blick
Funny if that bitch ain't eating dick, I tell her, "Eat a dick"
He ain't your mans, he on split poles
Back-to-back rounds with this bitch left my dick swole
Ain't no zippies 'round, ganger smoking off the big 'bow
Looking like a hobo in these thousand-dollar ripped clothes
Only hit the coldest bitches
I don't even gotta pop my shit, the bitches know who winning
Hitman'll clean the scene up, you won't know who did it
ADD, we can't sit still, we in motion with it
Yeah, gotta know the blick next to me
Ganger rich, BabyTron counting shit next to me
You ain't SBDSM, you can't sit next to me
I ain't hit your bitch, boy, I got big neck, dummy
Speaking out his neck, .223's left his chest open
Closet like a ocean, I step in and get to breaststroking
He ain't really tough, he just be acting like he Seth Rollins
Shooter think he Virgil, catch a opp and put a X on it
Closet full of letters like I'm tryna learn the alphabet
Funny how the Fendi's match the grade I got in calculus
Unky pouring potions in the lab, he like a alchemist
Set the bullies him, all my dawgs be on some alpha shit
.40 on me, I could make the honor roll
When these niggas take the shift, the only time they got a rose
He can make a fucking milli', long as unky got a stove
All these tees, all these cannons, looking like I'm 'bout to pose
Huh, brodie move a Xan, he don't know Jake
Did the dash in the newest Bronco, feel like O.J
Bitch sent a paragraph, I replied with, "Okay"
Getting fast money, couldn't do this shit the slow way
Huh, I like bitches who like bitches
Waving sticks, the wind making wishes with these bitches
Need to go to church 'cause I be sinning in my Christian's
Guarantee that any shot you missing, I can swish it
All I hit is cold shit
Should I use my SkyMile or should I road trip?
Should I drop another chain or do the froze wrist?
In Miami, hitting cold bitches, getting homesick, huh
Gang came Crocs, had to do the Foam Runners
We ain't stripping through this bitch, but all my babies pole clutchers
I'm a jackrabbit, shit talking, pretty ho fucker
Never had a job interview, had one on No Jumper
Huh, this the shitty season
They like, "Stan, when you finna drop?" I know the city need it
Boy, don't up that ten-piece nugget, I can fifty-piece it
Bitches phony, through the tinted buffies, I can really see it
Thinking, why the fuck I got knuckles? I am not a fighter
Gucci sweater on my body, this a lion, not a tiger
201 Benz scorching, I could slide and start a fire
Say it's up with gang and them, I bet you I can take it higher

[Outro]
Bitch, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, whew, yeah