| I got apes in my crib like the Chicago Zoo |
| Long sneakers shot in, do what ya’ll gone do |
| Cause once we hear some shots we blow an Uzi with the 2's |
| .223 chopper, his kufi was shooting |
| Was in my backyard, a long beach just like Snoop |
| I can’t count all this money, 2−2-3, 2−3-2 |
| I was selling snails while you niggas was in school |
| Say hello to my little friend, he gone (?) what it do |
| I got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and goose |
| Hyenas and monkeys, monkey nuts up on my tool |
| I got giraffes and elephants, you know what’s in my room |
| I got camels and baboons, they gone get the tool |
| I got tre shots in my trap like I’m on the block |
| My trap on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked |
| Down to the ground, niggas stumblin' a lot |
| Got my chopper in the jungle, they be rumblin' a lot |
| When you play my shit they start a riot |
| Start a fight, we start a fire |
| Nina don’t remember clowney, hop in my Audi, I’m outie |
| Spendin' money like a Saudi |
| In the Valley out in Cali |
| No LA fitness, make you lose my bitch Bali |
| On my dick, she lick it, she remind me of a mistress |
| On my dick stay gettin' it, you will think I killed it |
| Come in Weezy baby, car ain’t got no semis |
| The AR-15 start dancin' cause ya’ll got no bang |
| Coolin' in the water with the stingrays and sharks |
| You think you (?) these the shots on the rocks |
| (?) Nascar, pull up, hit the pitstop |
| Bad bitch head high, now I’m gettin' neck top |
| Run up in your party bitch, we rockin' it |
| All this cake out through the door, cause I’m lockin' it |
| Unless they got a warrant, they just talkin' shit |
| Fed house still doors why ya’ll talk this shit? |
| You tryna catch a nigga slippin' |
| Crusin' in a rental |
| Make your bitch forget her business |
| Like amnesia was the issue |
| Bitch don’t look at me when you sneeze |
| Cause I probably ain’t got the tissue |
| Nigga lookin' at me like it’s sweet |
| Like I ain’t got the pistol |
| I do this bitch like the swat, nigga clear the spot |
| You don’t hear the shots, you need a cotton swab |
| When the doctor bring your bitchass back |
| We come through pop his ass |
| Start runnin' from the cops |
| Crossover, rocked his ass |
| I’m coolin' in the 60's up in Slaughson |
| And a broker in New York cause I’m a baller |
| This ho gave me her number like I’m gone call her |
| She was standin' up high but now she’s fallin' |
| I see you lookin' with your lookin' ass nigga |
| You get LA, you ain’t hate, you mad nigga |
| You’se a Ratatouille, you’se a rat nigga |
| I get blue cheese, I’m a black nigga |
| I hit sacks and fucked up a sack |
| Came out lookin' cool |
| When I say okay cool it doesn’t believe me okay cool |
| I know you smell me |
| I’m bringing like, I’m ridin' round with food |
| It’s that loud pack, where the dog at? I got Snoop |
| You can see the aftermath man, not done bustin' tools |
| Nigga, you’se a bunny rabbit, snatch your (?), what it do? |
| My money superstitious (?) comin' out the room |
| While they hate justify belief in supernatural coupes |