| I just put a silencer… on my gun |
| Almighty, Glo gang |
| Know how we rockin' like cutoff stockings |
| Keep kush in our pockets |
| Fuck nigga stop it |
| I just put a silencer on my gun |
| I’m just like a scavenger on a hunt |
| These hoes don’t like a nigga, they love my money |
| These niggas don’t like a nigga, they all want somethin' |
| Well I’ma send my savages on a hunt |
| I had to put a bounty set on my hunt |
| Show no love, that shit get you killed and get you caught |
| I’m rollin', I’m Almighty Sosa, Michelin |
| Rollin' like the Michelin Man, with my minute man |
| Fuck your petitions man, aye let’s get it man |
| What’s up with Benjamin, that’s a nigga’s friend |
| God came and got me out and let a nigga in |
| I remember pushin' white hoes like the Michelin Man |
| I remember robbin' white folks for they shizzle man |
| I remember totin' my pole ready to get your man |
| I remember sellin' white dope to the piggies man |
| Cause they came to get me man, at my grandma’s house |
| And I let them in, but I ain’t open my mouth |
| And this ain’t how I get that |
| I told on my grandma, I get a damn check |
| Get my damn shit, and I spend it on dope |
| They ask how I sell it, I say I break it up 'fore |
| And put it in that fast and then I sell it to those |
| Clucks who come to the back door |
| Tryna get a fix doe, and buy this shit doe |
| Pockets like Michelin, hundred Benjamins |
| Don’t do division, on my dividends |
| Cause my homies in penitentiaries |
| Doin' sentences, green face my president |
| Hundred Franklins |
| 'Member when I wore the same clothes for a minute man |
| Now a youngin countin' bank rolls, makin' millions |
| So much designer I might change clothes, True Religion |
| Just might pull up in the Range Rove, I’m out the mini vans |
| Kickin' doors with Timberlands, but I made it out |
| I just cashed a check, finna spend it on a house |
| Just got off the phone with Sosa he said make it count |
| Money on the counter, money on the couch |
| So we gettin' a check, better not send no shot |
| Cause then we send it all back |
| I do not like no Prada, wear Giuseppe with that |
| These whack boys think they hot, we add pressure to that |