| Still screaming free my dawgs out of the can |
| Bugg called me yesterday, he doing good |
| He asked me how I’m doing, I say, «Good» (Huh) |
| He said that play turned him to a wood (Uh-huh) |
| I said, I know big bro, yeah, as you should (Yeah) |
| He said, hold up, I’m coming home (Home) |
| Okay, now let me get back in my zone (Zone) |
| I’m eating good, and my money long (My money long) |
| I got this bitch giving stupid dome (Stupid dome) |
| I’m with my niggas if they right or wrong |
| I’m in my high-rise writing songs (Writing songs) |
| I’m just playing, I don’t write |
| Hella carats on my neck, they bite (Yeah, they bite) |
| Hella carats on my wrist, they bite (Yeah, they bite) |
| I hate people that just follow hype |
| Hyping these pussy niggas like they nice |
| Y’all really just listen to 'em 'til I drop |
| Shout out Jozizzy, he just shipped the Wock' |
| You know that it’s clean just by how it drop |
| Dirty Glock out the streets, came with no box |
| Bitch, stop worrying about me, I ain’t cut my locs |
| I fucked up a bag, I do that a lot, ha |
| (Bitch, haha) |
| I fuck up a bag a lot, a lot |
| Out they top, niggas out they fuckin' meezy |