Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me 
I just might go head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me 
I just might go head
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like its chemistry 
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me 
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin 
I usually dont beg but I dont want the ceiling please 
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And Im too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore Im in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, its the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash cow
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
Im at Piccadillys with your missus, nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
The money long like a Philly, nigga
Make me catch you slipping then its Christmas, nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
I got Benji on me and he Crippin nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How Im living, nigga, I aint swimming, nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps
Got in common is that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoes going wild
Saint Laurent shorty and toting that .40
We move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang
Only difference them bitches, they VVS
I know these bitches gon change
And fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang
Dont act like you do, when you see us just keep it that
Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You dont want no problem so keep at that
Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef 
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale, nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on youll tell, nigga
Put a bag on your main hitta
When them things hit em, that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and thats it
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offending me 
I just might go head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me 
I just might go head
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like its chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes one time, they was drilling me 
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin 
I usually dont beg, but I dont want the ceiling please 
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
Woah, woah, woah
Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa 
I aint with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
Hundred shottas with me, whoa, VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing! 
Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
Put them blue tips in that cartridge 
We put them drums in them carbines 
We pull up on rappers and spark em 
I might take your chain if it sparkle 
Street nigga really came from nothing 
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin 
Kill a nigga then you saying something 
You was talking, nigga, I was hustling 
We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking 
You was texting, nigga, I was fucking 
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing 
Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching 
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing, get a concussion 
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me 
I just might go head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me 
I just might go head
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like its chemistry 
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me 
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin 
I usually dont beg but I dont want the ceiling please 
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys