In the streets niggas say whats the word on em
Nothin much, know that I’m worthy, homie
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
A nigga bitch? Im flirtin on em
The plug? Puttin my workers on em
Big Peaches, whats twerkin homie?
Nigga rich, ROC Crew still lurkin, homie
Kembe, he got it, Big Twan, he got it, plus Bobby got it
Aint no way to stop it
I am the best, whose up for next?
Ill eat your chest, Ill eat your flesh
ROC Crews the streets, you dudes are meat
You dudes are feast, I am a chief
Big Bools a chief
And they red light nigga talk about me
When I catch em in the street in Bentleys on V, Im gone
In the streets niggas say whats the word on em
Nothin much, know that I’m worthy, homie
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
Bankhead, but Im the king of the A
Failed school, streets gave me an A
I called my plug to say ay Jose
I need 50 and I need em today
Speakin of 50, just signed with 50
Now L-O worth 10 more milli
Now Im back with the Asanti Flip Flop
 back Imma bust your whole gat
And Im from Bowen Homes
RIP and we gone move on
Shawty Lo, I rep for the real niggas
Young Thug and them Cleveland Ave niggas
In the streets niggas say whats the word on em
Nothin much, know that I’m worthy, homie
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
Nigga help me
The cars too big
Weeds too thick and your cigars too thin 
My bitch is the shit and yeah them broads do friends
You sweat the point 5s, my cigar is two tens
Fuck they talkin bout we get money then?
Rich kidz for life we still stuntin bitch
Nigga playin? Ill clip him
Hit him in his hip, he flippin
Hit him in the leg, he trippin
Im trippin, did I kill him?
And Im a big stunner
Thug you my big brother
Shouts out to Little Slugger
Hell spit a wing for ya
In the streets niggas say whats the word on em
Nothin much, know that I’m worthy, homie
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
Hop in the car and Pull the curtains on em
We in the new Bentleys with the birdies on em
Hop in the car and pull the curtains on em