| Mic check let a nigga flex |
| He get wet, he get that hot shit |
| I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with |
| I’m coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit |
| I know I’m rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere |
| You know I’ma rep my shit, bandana on the choppa |
| I Juelz my shit, I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit |
| Smokin on this loud, you can smell my shit |
| Hop out the car, you can smell my whip |
| I don’t fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit |
| I don’t want the coochie if she sell that shit |
| She said she ain’t a thot, she tellin fairy tells and shit |
| I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and shit |
| See I got verses but bitch, I don’t got em for the low |
| She said that she love me but baby I ain’t retarded doe |
| I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know |
| I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco |
| When I pull up you know I be TNT (Too Turnt) |
| Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef |
| No more loco, Sachi solo |
| 9 to 5 no, no, we T’d and we slow-mo |
| Actavis, I’m in love with 4 o-z |
| Leaned out is how I be |
| God damn it’s hard to stand, and no I can not see |
| I’m about to hit a lick at Paradime |
| Trade in the script for a pair of dimes |
| I’m a star so you know I’m sonnin' bitches |
| They just mad that I’m having fun with this shit |
| They just mad that I’m buying lunches with it |
| Passport with 300 tickets |
| Bang Bang, 300 and shit |