[Intro]
Money Flex, drop that shit

[Chorus]
That n***a ran up and then drew down, but then he dropped da blick (Ay, dumbass)
I picked it up, pray to lord these 7.62's zip him up (Zip him up)
It zipped him up, at first he couldn't stop moving, then he stiffened up
Don't pick him up, the doctors cannot sew him, ain't no stitch it up (Ain't no stitch it)

Ride round with them thugs, 'bout three or four Choppas in the trunk (In the, ay)
He don't be in no cuts, get smoked up like some Indica (Like some Indica)
Ay, who the fuck them n***as in your circle? Boy you hardly spin
That shotgun be done blew a n***a face off, look like Harvey Dent

My n***a, you won't pull up, this a place that you ain't hardly been (Uh)
Got many men who hatе on me like Curtis Jackson, 50 Cent
Ay, I'm in thе jungle, keep that stick on me, like Indian (Ay)
He might get the bag, that boy will fumble in the end (He gon' fumble)

Tell that bitch, "You can't get shit from me, I'm empty hand" (Uh)
Yeah, I'm that one n***a with a attitude, Like MC Ren (Ay)
Ay, why the fuck these n***as in my bubble like the NBA (Like the NBA)
I ain't signing no contract, but I'ma get these M's (Ay)

Whatchu see when you look at me, I'on give a fuck (I'on give a fuck)
N***as must thought I was happy, 'cos I'm going up
I'm happy 'bout the money I've been making, but it ain't enough
One message for the n***a who try take it, I'ma say good luck (Bah, bitch)
[Chorus]
That n***a ran up and then drew down, but then he dropped da blick (Bitch)
I picked it up, pray to lord these 7.62's zip him up
It zipped him up, at first he couldn't stop moving, then he stiffened up
Don't pick him up, the doctors cannot sew him, ain't no stitch it up (Ain't no stitch)

Ride round with them thugs, 'bout three or four Choppas in the trunk (Ay)
He don't be in no cuts, get smoked up like some indica
That money just keep on coming in, Glock 17, like Jeremy Lin
That FN be done blew a n***a face off, look like Harvey Dent (Damn)

Boy, you can't imitate Lil Yac, 'cos bitch I hardly can (I can't do it)
And you can't penetrate this armour, you will hardly dent (Uh)
Creep up on him like his karma, find which car he in (Brrr)
Hit him in his shit while he was in the park, it gave him Parkinson's

These n***as think they hard, they are?
AR, hop out and park the Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Blow this bitch and hope I don't hit a pedestrian (Grra, grra, grra)
Lil n***a you can't fuck my bitch, I told you she was lesbian
My shooter pulled up, 'bout that work, I told you he was Mexican (He was Mexican)

Ya'll know I just be talking my shit (Ay, ay)
I'm warning you, one of them n***as is in the car
Pray to lord these 7.62's zip him up (Ay, brrr, brrr)
[Chorus]
That n***a ran up and then drew down, but then he dropped da blick (Ay, dumbass)
I picked it up, pray to lord these 7.62's zip him up (Zip him up)
It zipped him up, at first he couldn't stop moving, then he stiffened up
Don't pick him up, the doctors cannot sew him, ain't no stitch it up (Ain't no stitch it)

Ride round with them thugs, 'bout three or four Choppas in the trunk (In the, ay)
He don't be in no cuts, get smoked up like some Indica (Like some Indica)