Yahh
Aye, aye
What
Yuh
(On my Kodak shit, I don't even know what a pad is these days)
Aye, aye, aye
Yuh (where my money at hoe?)
Yah, aye, yuh, aye

Verse 1:
Always ridin' wit a piece (aye)
Prolly ridin' 3 streets (aye)
Pussy n***as love talkin' till I pull up on em, let the choppa speak (aye)
All my n***as love beef (aye)
All my bitches love me (aye)
Yo bitch say she wanna fuck, but I had to duck, cause she ugly (aye)
Now I got big bands (aye)
Don't shake my fuckin' hand (aye)
Ion fuck wit no bitch n***as, I only fuck wit my clan (uh)
[?] my bands, throw him in a van, that was yo mans (aye)
Yo bitch hit me for the Xans, now she chillin' with me takin' off her pants (huh) damn (huh)
Keep a piece on my hip, wit a full clip if you want war
In the streets of my whip, ridin' real swift while you ride Fords
See my n***a get hit so you think I give a shit or fuck about yours?
Yo bitch suck on my dick like it's on the list of all of her chores
Send a n***a to the morgue (aye)
Yo bitch hit me when she bored (aye)
Run the game, fuck a score (aye)
Fuckin' up the chess boards (aye)
Runnin' up them damn digits while you play with fidgets, pockets on midget (aye)
N***a you ain't really wit it, if you wanna try me, come and get some more (aye)
Clinching on the Smith & Wesson when I hear somebody knocking on the door (aye)
Think it's funny how the only reason why these n***as hatin' cause they bored (bitch)
Flexed up, bitch I'm next up, run the check up till I'm breathless
Hold them tecs up, so don't step up, if you wet up cause I'm reckless bitch