(Nigga know what the fuck it is
That real jumpman 23 shit
Na matter fact it's that cougar 23 shit)

Bitch I keep the stick up on my waistline
I'ma draw down, I don't waste time (yeah yeah)
My lil ho keep asking me to make time (yeah)
I tell that lil bitch I'm tryna make mine (yeah yeah)
Walking with them bands stuffed all in my pocket (yeah)
Bitch this too much money to fit in a wallet (yeah)
Standing on the corner used to flip the profit (yeah)
I know Red the Plug, I call that bitch the socket (yeah yeah)
You can try to play and it's gon' turn out ugly (yeah)
Everybody who be with me really clutchin' (yeah)
We gone'pull up bustin', it ain't no discussion (yeah)
Famous up the cutter, he gon' leave you musty (rrah rrah)

I got the pack, come and get it
Grams for the ten, I swear it's that sticky
I'm in the trap, in the trenches
I grind hard just to spin for the penny
My shooter, he clutchin' extensions
Got so many tools think he fuck with the dentist
We gon' see who really with it
When me and my niggas come through your shit spinning
You know I'm that nigga, yeah I do my shit
You drop a diss, we pull up with them sticks
Know they gon' fumble, just send in a blitz (rrrah)
You a lil fan just get off my dick
Tell me why you mad, that's what I don't get
But what's really sad you broke as a bitch
I got the rifle whenever I move
I know they want me on the news
You run up and I'ma give your ass the blues
The AR knock you out your shoes
All of my diamonds they wet like a pool
Try snatch them and you're getting snoozed
I never applied to none of the rules
Twelfth grade I dropped out of school (damn)

Bitch I keep the stick up on my waistline
I'ma draw down, I don't waste time (yeah yeah)
My lil ho keep asking me to make time (yeah)
I tell that lil bitch I'm tryna make mine (yeah yeah)
Walking with them bands stuffed all in my pocket (yeah)
Bitch this too much money to fit in a wallet (yeah)
Standing on the corner used to flip the profit (yeah)
I know Red the Plug, I call that bitch the socket (yeah yeah)
You can try to play and it's gon' turn out ugly (yeah)
Everybody who be with me really clutchin' (yeah)
We gone'pull up bustin', it ain't no discussion (yeah)
Famous up the cutter, he gon' leave you musty (rrah rrah)