Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pu"
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too

Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell 'em hoes I'm about it
These n***as sweet, a bunch of fucking brownies
The fuck you're talking about, I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one two, and bitch I'm still counting
You n***as got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the n***a out 'em
You don't want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck nina
She horny, you won't see tomorrow morning (N***a)
We so fucking cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose (N***a)
I'm so Holley Grove, f-fuck them other n***as
And if the gun's strong I'll paint a fucking picture
You know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
You know where I'm going, (Bitch) i'm going, going, gone!
N***a holler at your boy, I-I don't give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n***as up