Aye Got Em on ice berg A nigga be cooling You know how the game go Pressure made me a diamond When the lights on you can see My whole body glo Gotta watch It cuz niggas On angles TTG I got niggaz that's trained to go Spin the block with the chop Like a merry go Boy I'm fried off the edible Cheerios Used to buss me some juggs like Some years ago Pull a move and get skinny like Where he go? When the gang see the opps They like there go! Get the addy it's up and it's stuck there I remember I ain't even have bus fare Now I'm thumbin thru hunnits with Calculators I a sit on the gold like I'm incubating Then I pop out and stunt all on these niggas hating Raising the bar like an elevator Blowing by all these niggas I see you later Got no babies they say ima mother fucker Ball like peewee Kirk do I'm doing numbers Chop and cookin it up like Benny hannas Call me agent zero yeah I'm Going habachi You said I ain't gon make it Yeah nigga watch me Gripping her hair while She sucking me sloppy (Aye slime) Green light cause we trynna rush him Shit turd cuz we trynna hop out n flush him I'm in da stu wit a stick if a opp push up guarantee we gone crush em I'm off a bar n a half n I'm lunchin CRUNCH time servin da dip in public I just went got me a glock it hold 32 put larry bird in da clip boy it's nuffin Feds did a blitz switch da tag and da whip We was down bad in da trap it was me n pronto it was late night we makin them hits Nigga come 50 we slimin him out Ain't taking no risk when it come to this shit If art tell me go then you know it's a hit Glock 21 wit a leg an switch If a nigga play 50 get treat like a bitch Not trynna fish on no opp when i know where he stay Hop out the bushes 50 rounds up under the k Drinkin on moet don't f*ck wit dusse If she f*ck wit the opps ima f*ck anyway If badazz say slime em I crush em I'm off a perc n I'm itchin n geekin to bussem Iphone be jamin it keep doin number im nor doin forex or nun I'm in my jam in the all black Bust down a pack make It all back Look in the safe and it's all racks Spin me a Bend Call it flap jacks Can't be trusting these bitches They cat stacks Nigga dead if he ever turn to A rat How you think you man And you signed that? Na wop go head finish that 10 bands get em gone now it's nothing I'm in da trap house playin wit bundles Hop in a free car we lurkin and we gone crush em Ak call the blitz n we rush em Fat shit foreign my gun come from Russia Okc fat shit tote thunder Trap house boomin it keep doin number Im in the back wit the mac n I'm clutchin