| I’m like hoe let’s get straight to it |
| All I gotta say let’s do it |
| Give a nigga so much brain she clueless |
| You had your chance god damn but you blew it? Fuck |
| RIP my bro PB, and you know me I’m P.B.G |
| So bring them niggas up to a L.O.C |
| Die L’s we do that A-L-O-T |
| But I ain’t tryna put them niggas on |
| So I’mma stop mentioning them in my songs |
| I’m finna sound like Kanye but I spit like Jay |
| So a nigga better watch my throne! Hold on |
| Riding around in this Maybach |
| But I ain’t signed with Maybach |
| I’m addicted to paychecks |
| Wanna put that shit up boy I take that |
| Bought me a ounce of the yack that dope |
| Bought a rolex with the tales I’ve wrote |
| Got me a mac that’s equipped with a scope |
| That’s some shit that’ll put a nigga head on a slope |
| Make a nigga wanna get down |
| Fuck around me? Fuck around get found |
| And I’m from the pole where it’s cold got poles so loud |
| It’ll make a nigga wanna skip town |
| That bitch go boom, my whip go zoom |
| And free my brother Prince, man he coming home soon |
| My brothers got guns same guns off doom |
| Coming through blowing in a halloween costume |
| I done popped every molly every pill you can think |
| My eyes so fucked you would think I don’t blink |
| And free my nigga Trav free Skrilla free Blinks |
| Guns get to drawing like I’m handing out ink |
| I smoke that strong that gas that stink |
| I got a bad bitch and she running in to see |
| And niggas get mad wanna hate cause I’m hot |
| I’m the same nigga made sure you ain’t on the block |
| Tell nigga make weight lil nigga I’m back |
| TFG the squad lil nigga we back |
| All my niggas young and they all tote straps |
| And we all we got so my niggas don’t lack, hold on |
| Lil nigga I’m back |
| TFG the squad lil nigga we back |
| All my niggas young and we all tote straps |
| And we all we got so my niggas don’t lack, hold on |
| Take a hit of this yack |
| Put me on your track and you will get taxed |
| I got another ounce lil nigga no sacs |
| And I ain’t smoking loud |
| And I been getting money with the bros |
| Counting, stunting, Glock with a silencer that sound like nothing |
| I point it at the crowd and they all get running |
| Anybody stick around get what they got coming |
| A bitch tell me I made her sick to her stomach |
| But we’ll be back cause I put this dick in her stomach |
| Man, fuck all these broke ass niggas man! |