Already did what I had to do
Pour up a four up and hop in the coupe
I drip from my top to my motherfuckin shoe
Chasin this paper, Im out for this loot
I keep me three bitches like Im Uncle Luke
Im clutching this forty, just pray I wont shoot
Im praying and praying the forty dont jam
Niggas be copyin, you know they gon scam
Oh, oh, ayy
These niggas be copyin, you know they gon scam
Hit that boys block and you know that boy ran
Hop out and slide, them camera door vans
Twist up, be geekin, we back on them xans
We back on them xans, ooh, ooh ooh
Pop us some xans and pop at your mans
Got thirty in my clip, this bitch aint got jam
Your bitch on my dick, you know she aint none
Chasing this paper, hundred miles of running
Thirties and Glocks, you know how we comin
Hit your lil block like Osama, we bomin
Bout to hop in the coupe, got your bitch in the front
These niggas keep asking me way that Im stuntin
Pull on a nigga for what, I really came from nothin
They put the blame on us, iced the gang out, put chains on us
She put my name on her, I put the gang on me
I copped the coupe for no reason
I cut off the top and I bloodied the seats
I put the blood in the beef, I put the B in the beef
I put the stick in the seat, and he aint gon stop whenever its beef
Already did what I had to do
Pour up a four up and hop in the coupe
I drip from my top to my motherfuckin shoe
Chasin this paper, Im out for this loot
I keep me three bitches like Im Uncle Luke
Im clutching this forty, just pray I wont shoot
Im praying and praying the forty dont jam
Niggas be copyin, you know they gon scam
Oh, oh, ayy
These niggas be copyin, you know they gon scam
Hit that boys block and you know that boy ran
Hop out and slide, them camera door vans
Twist up, be geekin, we back on them xans
We back on them xans
We back on them xans, yeah, back on them xans
Im flushing this coupe, I dont know what to do
Bentley Bentayga with no shoes
Im enable you and your crew if you play with this loot
Got your mom playing sad tunes and your folks in suits
Dont run up on me, you know I got glue
You know Im a thug and you know Im gon shoot
Couple big bodies, a couple of coupes
Im in Dubai, Im on a cruise
Ima have ten, I gotta swoop
And I got a bag of beans
All I got is lean
All I got is cream
Shampoo Im clean
Old school bitch, everything new
Already did what I had to do
Pour up a four up and hop in the coupe
I drip from my top to my motherfuckin shoe
Chasin this paper, Im out for this loot
I keep me three bitches like Im Uncle Luke
Im clutching this forty, just pray I wont shoot
Im praying and praying the forty dont jam
Niggas be copyin, you know they gon scam
Oh, oh, ayy
These niggas be copyin, you know they gon scam
Hit that boys block and you know that boy ran
Hop out and slide, them camera door vans
Twist up, be geekin, we back on them xans
We back on them xans
Its a scandal