[Intro]
You know? (Tst)
Turn me up

[Verse]
This for all my thugs who ain't heard me in a minute
Like ten M's comin', when I get it, I'ma split it
This for all my killers, this for all my dogs
This for all my n***as that I just left behind that wall (Helluva made this beat, baby)
I'm back fuckin' with raw, n***a, I heard you got 'em cheap
I'm doin' this shit for y'all, all my lil' ones on the East
I should be preachin' peace, but you know how I get
Soon as a n***a slip, I'ma throw somethin' in his shit
It's like four somethin' in this bitch, guess who paid for all the blickys
If Spaz don't make it home, I'ma start back gettin' busy
Told my lawyer, "Go and get him", got a quarter on it, cash (Cash)
Shit, I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a n***a ass
Bring my pipe and get a mask, watch me fap cuz
You'd be surprised how many n***as wanna whack Dugg (Fuck 'em)
Trap jumpin', yeah, n***a, and I rap good
I'ma stand on n***as, Gotti 'til they catch up
Ask twelve is it easy tryna catch us?
I bought my Lamb' truck yellow, but it's matte black
All that actin' like you special, here go five racks (Yeah)
I wanna fuck, boo (Duh)
And I ain't only get the cash, I bought the trucks too (Yeah)
My bitch got on Buffs too, like, it's a "Us" thing (Thing)
My watch almost three hundred thousand, n***a, fuck chains
I just had a Russ game, yeah, bricks
How you feel 'bout cuz? Yeah, bitch
Still be on the 6 with it (Yeah)
Young rich n***a (Yeah)
Goin' broke over a ho? I'ma finna fix n***as
I don't wanna rap with 'em, they can't get a pic' with me
Say my name another time, I'm goin' bitch hittin'
And doggie, this is big business, where yo' whip at? (Whip it)
Never... naw, n***a, where yo' bitch at?
I ain't with the chit chat, that's how I'ma get back
I tote somethin' with a kickback, my Cartier better miss that
Mm, 'cause you know how I get it
Fours over everything, you know who I'm with (Bitch)
Miss me with them petty games, bae, you know I'm rich
I should tip somethin', nah, trick on you
Don't think you caught us slippin', my bitch keep a blick on her
I still be in the trenches with nothin' but pape' and sticks on me, yeah
Spin that 'Cat (What else?), spin that Track, duh
If you ain't leave it empty, tell your driver spin that back, yeah
Spin that Hummer, spin that Range
He still where I left 'em, so I know I did my thing, yeah
Spin that 'Cat, n***a, spin that Track
If you ain't leave it empty, tell your driver spin it back (Duh, duh, duh, duh)
[Outro]
D caught—
R.I.P. Mox