Aye, aye, gang
R-rah bitch
R-rah r-rah bitch
You know how we rockin' bitch
Get yo guns up, get yo funds up
Aye, aye
Get guap
Foenem

I always been that nigga that'll shoot ya
So don't you be that nigga to confuse it
That nigga playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a fuck about no bitch I am boujee
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
We ridin' dirty doin' a hundred on the e-way
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
So don't you be that nigga to confuse it
That nigga playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a fuck about no bitch I am boujee

I'm totin' on this TEC, Nephew got the MAC
They kick the door, they comin' through the front
We runnin' out the back
I'm fucking hoes, countin' rolls, I don't know how to act
Lemon squeeze, fuck around and squeeze, leave you on your back
And that big body, bumped and got it, bitch I got that sack
I'm tooley on ya grandma, make her have a heart attack
Might finesse a nigga out his bricks, he won't get 'em back
I speed, do the dash, got the cash, bitch my pockets fat
I put that on the 4, Ima blow, where yo savage at?
Remember sellin' dope, stashing blow where my mattress at
I call up Boochie Gang, kick the door, where that cabbage at?
My niggas gang bang, grab 'em poles, [?]
I'm rollin' off that ecstasy, it gets the best of me
The kitchen, on my shelf, cookin' dope, fuck a recipe
They know I got that cheddar cheese, restaurant get next to me
Trap spot, 200 Ps, selling weed and coca leaves
Nigga diss me in a song but he don't want no smoke with me
Hoes like, "why you do me wrong?" that love shit was a joke to me
My young boys be totin' heat, [?] gon' blow for me
Run up on that nigga we ain't shootin' from across the street

I always been that nigga that'll shoot ya
So don't you be that nigga to confuse it
That nigga playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a fuck about no bitch I am boujee
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
We ridin' dirty doin' a hundred on the e-way
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
So don't you be that nigga to confuse it
That nigga playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a fuck about no bitch I am boujee

Ain't no boos in the streets, you gotta keep a gun
Pass out, blue [?]
Ain't no pressure on the money we buy all the guns
Woos to the squad shit, we ain't sellin' none
Keep a lotta bad bitches on the telephone
Hit my line if you know some goofies out here lackin'
And when [?] no bullshit, we 'bout that action
Everybody on that floor bitch they know who's askin'
Pull up on the opp's block and start blappin'
Semi-automatic, kick the door, bitch where that cabbage
Bitch we gotta have it, foenem be totin' ratchet
Remember I was trappin' half-pounds all in the cabinet
I went to school nigga, had racks in my shoes nigga
Don't be no fool nigga, leave yo ass on news nigga
I hang with rude niggas, hang around old school killas
You got yo 2 nigga, my young niggas some cool killas

I always been that nigga that'll shoot ya
So don't you be that nigga to confuse it
That nigga playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a fuck about no bitch I am boujee
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
We ridin' dirty doin' a hundred on the e-way
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
I tote that chrome, ate cake on a Sunday
We do drivebys, walk up [?]
And on my birthday I want a new K
Doin' a hundred on the e-way
So don't you be that nigga to confuse it
That nigga playin' with his life he gon' lose it
Don't give a fuck about no bitch I am boujee
Gang