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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hey, hey

[Verse]
Big racks
Fuck that lil' contract, but we ain't gon' talk 'bout that
Big pack of pills, ask my woe, just took it off the press
Got a nigga on the BM on the road, that pack off in her dress
Slide down, wet a nigga house up and his partner next
Took a trip to Cali, servin' licks with my old ho
Spanish plug called, we got Watson by the boatload
I don't have conversations with my old hoes
Still out here servin' real gas by the bow, though
Two clips taped to my K, call it hangtime
All my niggas slangin' iron and throw gang signs
I don't wanna hear what you heard through the grapevine
My dawg just came in with Tech, we pour eight lines
Stick to the script, baby girl, we sip real deal
Lil woe, you trippin', I want ten for this lil' pill
My boy just FaceTimed me, boy, he got real seals
Need a half a ticket if I sign, fuck a lil' deal
Two Glocks, my youngin, he hop out like he the Boogie Man
I'm out in Cali smokin' sherbet, I'm the cookie man
Take a nigga ho and then she pass right to the crew again
If he play 'round with that work then we shoot his ass
Big guns, havin' big guns, we got big guns
Boy, them lil' Chargers, they ain't shit, boy, we make big bombs
Whole team havin' big cake, she like, "Which one?"
Hundred rounds on every K, bet I hit somethin'
Change rocks, now I'm in every state, nigga, I'm solo
If that nigga trippin', send a bullet through his polo
Baby AR's kickin' shit like a dojo
12 came, I don't know shit, fuck the po-po
Stash spot in every whip I'm in, boy, that shit there hard
If them bitches go and pull me over, gotta do they job
Runnin' to that bag hella fast, your baby daddy jog
That nigga can't even sell a QT, girl, he need a job
Heard of wrong place and wrong times, I'm the right nigga
Backwoods full of hella gas, I don't like Swishers
If that bitch got a nice ass then I might hit her
Niggas wanna beef about a ho, boy, she a dome giver
Late nights creepin' with that steel, this that Shell Catcher
My youngin with it, he go crazy, up it on whoever
If you ain't hoin', you goin', you fuck the fellas
Big Glocks with some big rocks, yeah, I redid the bezel
Ain't never stressed 'bout no ho, you know they fuck whoever
This nigga trippin', grab the coffin, send him to the Devil
Black mask, wearin' all black, we on black shit
Ridin' with Lil, shh, you ain't gotta ask, he whack shit
Big bands, nigga, call your plug, I need more of 'em
Bitch, I keep the K, I'm out on bond, nigga, four 'em
Tell the nigga bet the whole thousand, ten or four somethin'
How you niggas killers but my killers, they don't know 'em? (They don't know nothin')

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm just talkin' my shit, all real nigga shit
Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, y'all ain't on shit, I'ma talk my shit
Yeah, huh, hey
And I'ma talk my shit and I'ma spark my clip and I'ma off that bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy