Yeah
Few young Gs and OGs, you know
That choppa, though
I let it ring , you know that I mean 
I dont drink green , I need my cream 
I just wanna cum on her , her face and her spleen 
I just wanna let that bitch , let that bitch ring 
When shit get wrong, it cant go right
Now Ive been known to get shit blown
Up out of proportion, bomb on site
Be careful with your body, put that on ice
Im not gon tweet, Im not gon type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright
Lil buddy acting hard 
Ill send him to God 
My dawgs like Dodge 
They pull up and charge 
Im ridin in the ten speed 
Its hard to pull out the rage 
Its dark, Im fuckin your daughters 
Thеy twins, Im Mr. Rogers
96 Impala with a hundred thousand dollars in the trunk
Thеy talk shit, we follow them punks
They cross that line, then bodies gettin dumped
Fast forward twenty-five years, and I grew up
Nigga talk shit, dont do shit to him
Press that line and your string get pulled
Got a problem, bring it to him
Just dont be so immature
I let it ring , you know that I mean 
I dont drink green , I need my cream 
I just wanna cum on her , her face and her spleen 
I just wanna let that bitch , let that bitch ring 
When shit get wrong, it cant go right
Now Ive been known to get shit blown
Up out of proportion, bomb on site
Be careful with your body, put that on ice
Im not gon tweet, Im not gon type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright
Shoot you on sight, dont blame it on Sprite
Dont blame it on ice, dont blame it on drank
I took a lil X, I fuck on my ex
I did a lil wrong, Im makin it right
Where did he go? He ran out back
He mustve ran track, I splat his back
I got war wounds under my tats
I got a few bloods, they all say, Slatt
I got a few crips, they all on Old Nat
I bust on her lips, but not her back
Thats not my bitch, thats not my nat
Im just her pimp, Im not her dad
The cops pulled me over, they smelled my thrax
Its not my gat, but them my racks
And them my Louis and them my slacks
And this my car and thats my bitch
Aint none of my concern, keep me outta that shit
Nigga all on my dick, tryna follow my bitch
If I catch him in Vegas, Ima catch a new case
Fifty niggas with you, Ima be in your face
Nigga thinkin shit a game, bet his ass get stabbed
Nineteen in the clip, let his ass get half
Best case scenario, get your ass kicked, man
Worst case, end up in a plastic bag
With no order, there is chaos, never let em handle, nigga
Motherfuckin player, I do it like an Atlanta nigga
You do that shit for IG and the fuckin camera
You wont be happy til someone teach you some fuckin manners
When shit get wrong, it cant go right
Now Ive been known to get shit blown
Up out of proportion, bomb on site
Be careful with your body, put that on ice
Im not gon tweet, Im not gon type
Whatever you say, okay, alright
You pick your fate, you pay your price
Just know I do not play, alright, alright
I let it ring , you know that I mean 
I dont drink green , I need my cream 
I just wanna cum on her , her face and her spleen 
I just wanna let that bitch , let that bitch ring 
You know what the fuck going on with us, man