Ayy, Vato, come here, Vato Huh? Yeah I got that shit in my pocket, I'm ready to spend it, fifteen thousand I'm in a Redeye off the liquor, we had a tequila shower (take a shot) I got this shit on my neck, this shit hurt These niggas I'm with, they'll shoot somethin' at work Bro got the trap goin' crazy Shit got for real, they ain't missin' shows on the first I really hang with niggas that'll steal your car And have models cookin' up some work I'm talkin' 'bout ass-naked, I put this shit on my back like it hurt I shot out like a rocket ship I want a bad bitch, yeah, I won a championship We can't blow this cover, what's the rules? Slam on the door, tell the hoes no phones in here I got this shit in my mouth, feel like stones in here I'm in a millionaire meeting, I belong in here I meant multi-million, yeah, aight I still hang with niggas that steal cars I made a model bitch put her heels on She better not pull off on her hair Tryna call Crook when I'm smackin' her rear Dope boy status, I'm that nigga They already know that I move with killers I'm loaded, boy, I really got scrilla Call my blitz and the fox come get you In the scope, but the bottles ain't hit him You trippin', I already spent your ticket Your numbers ain't addin' up, nigga You can give that shit up, tryna at me, nigga Before a nigga take somethin' from me Nigga be sleepin', the thirty'll kill 'em I been hood rich 'fore my deal Stealin' these cars, ten get you killed He in love, boy favin' his bitch She settin' shit up, she gettin' us lit Shake another hand, nobody done moved And a nigga know that I'm crushin' his bitch See, how I murder love with lil' shawty She already know, put that shit in my hand P, I ain't got no P card dance Labels be trippin', up my advance Hits on hits, I ain't gotta plan How many niggas got hit whenever I spinned? (Ooh) FattCrook after that Fatt He ain't got no lick back He smelly, that boy gotta shit in a bag Any nigga city, nigga, I got rank My status, CEO, nigga, I'm that I sold a hit 'fore I first sold a gram I told the ho put that shit in my hand Nigga, my hood wired off my advance I put that shit on his head for my mans Bodies and bankrolls If I want his life, I ain't callin' the foxes I'ma just drop the cheese off to Vato I'ma remind you pussies Foxes and boppas, nigga, got real killers on the payroll Pussy