Yeah, how the fuck a nigga gon try tell me?
Bout the motherfucking ice that Im rocking
Bout these motherfucking bitches that Im fucking
And sucking and putting them in a bucket, then
Beat that pussy up like its the twelveth round
Up in niggas towns with my Zoe Pounds
I dont go around since it come around
Wet diamonds in my mouth, if I kiss her she drown
If I leave a nigga white t-shirt red, itll be a peppermint or a baseball, nigga
I know they sick and tired of hearing bout my jewelry
But if it fall on the ground, yeah, you might just slip and fall, nigga
She a shark, she like a jaws nigga
Your bitch says she wants a tall nigga
You are one midget you too small, nigga 
She suck my dick and rub my balls, nigga
Big money over here, man
Still active, dont let me show all my skills, man 
Yeah, my jeans they blue dolphin not no SEALs man 
I run up money, run up gold like a pilgrim
Nigga, how the hell you gon tell me whats mine?
I remember on the block I was serving them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon tell me whats mine?
If them boys didnt have no dope, I was selling you mine, hey
How the hell you gon tell me whats mine?
Little nigga, gon and tell me whats all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah
Nigga, big bands on my mind, nigga 
Nigga, catch these ones like the swine, nigga 
Nigga, you be cuffing with no ties, nigga 
Twin dimes and they mine, fold em like a pork rind
I know bloods that rock burgundy, no wine 
Told that nigga best believe Ima stay for real
In the back of the car screaming, YSL, hold it down
Yeah, hold it down til he come back off on an appeal
Thats the real deal
Ima eat that pussy down, then Ima roll up some kush straight out the fields
I told her straight to her face if she dont do it, I know someone that will
You know the deal
I dont want to drink no lean with these niggas if its not double sealed
And thats the real
Nigga, big B, balling, no budget
And my car is rare like a mullet 
Ive seen this bitch from up the stairs, she aint ugly
Bitches bome up to my room and they get slutty
Bitches ball me Jeff and the F stand for fuckin
One more time for my jewelry, yes, its flooded 
Take that dick up out her coochie, then I butt it
All these niggas with me Blooded like we cutted 
Nigga, how the hell you gon tell me whats mine?
I remember on the block I was serving them dimes, yeah
How the hell you gon tell me whats mine?
If them boys didnt have no dope, I was selling you mine, hey
How the hell you gon tell me whats mine?
Little nigga, gon and tell me whats all on your mind, yeah
All on your mind, yeah