Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much Drop-top Benz with all my pendants Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index 'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin' My Glock-9, hairstyle, both got extensions Ayy, everything cost too much These niggas, they saw too much These bitches, they talk too much His bitch, it cost too much Look, burnt niggas ain't walk too much like such and such Says: Ho, don't keep in touch Just look, don't, don't touch Niggas snitch and they told (yeah) Did a big Came home, he a clone Like they don't even know him All his partners in the room Sleepin' with his baby mom They was stackin' on his phone They been snitchin' all along These days, these niggas from a different pool These days, these young niggas make snitchin' cool Young and twenty-five different rules Look, I'm from where niggas talk and get physical Niggas fight and get biblical You niggas die, it get biblical YGs the OGs, stay the fuck up off the interviews You was just at SAYCHEESE, lookin' like interrogation room I'ma watch for the whole team (yeah) You was throwin' up the big Bs Your partner do the big Cs Now you servin' fifteen Gucci jeans with the stones Like the old Jim Jones (uh) Get ripped, get (yeah) We told them back then it was just skin and bones (uh) Look how much we grown (yeah) We done been through it all (uh) To the end from the start, let's go Gucci jeans with the stones Like the old Jim Jones Get ripped, get All of these niggas is frauds Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much (ayy, any) Boy, this how rich niggas livin', everything cost too much Boy I be on that boss shit, briefcase full of racks Girl get to some dog shit, bet she throw that cat Drop-top Benz with all my pendants Middle finger up, never pointin' with my index 'Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitchin' My Glock-9, hairstyle, both got extensions Gucci jeans with the stones Like the old Jim Jones (uh) Get ripped, get (yeah) We told them back then it was just skin and bones (uh) Look how much we grown (yeah) We done been through it all (uh) To the end from the start, let's go Boy Boy Boy Hitkidd, what it do, man? Uh (Grim) Drop top Benz’s on my pendant All by my own, my extendo by appendix, uh Drop top Benz with all my pendants Middle finger up never pointing with my index Bout to buy a stop sign shirt to stop the snitches My Glock nine, hairstyle, got extensions I'm going Smart like Bridgeton, all the As Smile like Sidney Poitier Next stop, Sydney, all the way down under Gator shoes, crocodile hunter, cowabunga Pop up on ya like a stallion on ya In the streets, I'm a legend like Harold Hunter Smell like a pound of marijuana, bring a pipe with a half pipe I don't ice skate but my ice skate Boil and let them marinate My Coogie is red, my jewelry red, my diamonds is red My rubies is red, my 'Rarri is red, duckin' the blue and the red Boy, you took two to the head, that's a red dot on ya' head The thing that you said