[Intro]
(Ayy, BLACKIE, what's the sauce, n***a?)
Ah, ha
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Big Bragg', n***a
Big three, n***a (Fuck 'em up, Rice)
Bitch, bitch, I know I snap on any beat, n***a (Let's go)
And I'm livin' like that, in real life

[Verse]
Ayy, thirty on me, yeah, it's tucked in the coat
Yeah, that bitch really tucked in the coat (Ayy)
Dissin' on me, guarantee you get smoked
Got lil' Rich with me, yeah, that boy see through the smoke
Ayy, C4, you know that we finna blow (Boom)
Ayy, we get the drop on a lick, then we kickin' a door
Ayy, switch up the style, yeah, switch up the flow
Ayy, I'm goin' crazy, they know I'm a Loc
Ayy, I'm bangin' harder, ayy, where did I go?
Nah, I got that rod everywherе that I go (What?)
Get my Wocky for free, or the high or the low
Eithеr way, yeah, them bitch n***as know how it go
Ayy, high speed chase, hit the gas, then go (Skrrt)
Ayy, they tryna pay me for bodies like ghost
Ayy, strong arm robbery, might leave a note
Ayy, these n***as kinda hard, n***as be jokes
Ayy, n***as be killin' they self with a rope
Ayy, goin' out sad, prolly over a ho
He say he want a feature, he say he got dough
'Fore he get to the booth, rob his ass at the door
Ayy, Loyalty Gang, yeah, I got it from Smoke
They slip, we slide, yeah, we hit 'em with smoke (Magic)
Ayy, I'm rockin' Palla D'oro, that's on my coat
Always had dreams, even when I was broke
Ayy, I'm high as a bitch right now
And I'm feelin' myself, yeah, I might take a pic right now (Uh)
Real pimp, young quick to tell a bitch, "Pipe down"
Ho think 'cause she cute she gon' get piped down (Nah)
Yeah, I been havin' hoes, but I pass 'em around
Yeah, we call out for tons 'cause we pass 'em around
Ayy, I want him dead, I ain't askin' around
Yeah, I'm dropin' straight cash, I want him now (Boom)
(Ayy, I call up, "what's his name?", he put him down)
Ayy, yeah, that's my hitman, he from that town
Ayy, I'm from that town, then he from that town
He gon' it do for free 'cause he loyal and down
Ayy, let me chill out 'cause I might go fed
Ayy, yeah, I'm a Crip, but my gun see red
Ayy, you better stand on that shit that you said
Better hope I don't stand over you when you dead
Ayy, you better stand on that shit that you said
Better hope I don't stand over you when you dead
Don't check, yeah, we hit that boy right in his head
Ayy, made him a pallet, we put him to bed
Ayy, heart of my trenches, I can't be scared
Hit that boy in his heart, have him doin' that pledge
If that n***a a bitch, push him off the ledge