Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Nawf talk, Nawf talk
(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney) Yeah
What type of shit you be on? (What you on?)
I know them folks tappin' your phone (12)
I'm a dog so I need me a bone
Fifty cap bullets take down your home
Shit gettin' hot 'round my way
Fifteen-year-old kid watch the apartments with TECs
Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist
I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place (trap, trap)
I just woke up with this shit
I just woke up with this bitch
I just woke up with this bitch on my dick
I just pulled up and we poppin' that ass
I'm with the TEC
Diamonds, they red
Everything red
Nigga, I'm on Xans, huh
Niggas tryna talk like that
Get your man, uh
Bitch 'bout to lose his head
I just walked down on a opp, I ain't even ran, yeah
I just walked down on a pussy, the fuck's he sayin'?
I just walked down on a pussy, the fuck's he sayin'?
First I'ma cop all the coupes
Then I'm gon' cop me some land
First I'm gon' cop me some diamonds
We coppin' some land
Diamonds they cover my body
Just check out my hands
What type of shit you be on? (What you on?)
I know them folks tapping your phone (12)
I'm a dog so I need me a bone
Fifty cap bullets take down your home
Shit gettin' hot 'round my way
Fifteen-year-old kid watch the apartments with Ks
Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist
I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place (trap, trap)
All about that action, your bitch gon' get sprayed
Droppin' some Actavis, pink lemonade (pourin' up Act)
Back to back cookie blunts take to the face
I'm good on my fashion, Dior on my waist (Christian Dior)
I got a Jewish lawyer, takin' care of my case
Migo Gang, I put this shit in your face
Yeah, yeah, it's too late to pray for mercy (yeah)
Double pump shotgun, that shit get to burstin' (double the pump)
Smoke in the Maybach, I'm closin' the curtains
Looked at my partner, which one is you workin'?
My brothas be hungry, they always be lurkin'
Seven it in the mornin', cellphone twerp
You better get down 'cause these bullets be hurtin'
Cross a nigga up like my name was Irving
Run up in the spot and them boys look nervous
I live in the hills so I'm havin' no service (hidden hills)
What type of shit you be on? (What you on?)
I know them folks tapping your phone (12)
I'm a dog so I need me a bone
Fifty cap bullets take down your home
Shit gettin' hot 'round my way
Fifteen-year-old kid watch the apartments with Ks
Thirty round clip and it hang off my waist
I got a trap, that bitch trap out the place (trap, trap)
And you know what, nigga?
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now
You actin' real paranoid and shit
Now, these motherfucker smoked your goddamn cousin
In front of you, nigga
Blew his head off in front of your face
And you ain't gon' do shit?
You actin' like a lil' bitch right now, nigga