I got a for a nigga tryna stunt on me (Stunt on me, on me) I put a bullet in a tryna front on me (Front on me, on me) I got burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm bitch, we ballin' I got burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm bitch, we ballin'
1] So what you got a I buy my bitch a Benz Them niggas you be fucking with, I wouldn't with them I'm on that brick shit, you still on that block I sell them whole ones, you ten dollar rocks, bitch Man, get your weight up, I said get weight up Stay in your 'fore you get your ass sprayed up Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all of guns I'm getting plenty bread, I the hoes to one Strip, bitch, you heard me? I strip, bitch I'm cold as ice, check them temperature on my wrist, I blew 200 grand, what kind of watch is I bet you wanna know, tryna jack my swag, ho Gucci, Fendi, Prada and Louis, now I'm hotter So Tom Ford and Armani, YSL, I'm fly as hell I be Louis swan with my hair mask on I look good enough to eat, your bitch'll suck me fuck me
I got a clip for a nigga tryna on me (Stunt on me, on me) I put a in a nigga tryna front on me (Front on me, on me) I got that on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm bitch, we ballin' I got burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now I'm bitch, we ballin'
2] You say you hard as a motherfucker, you H.A.M strapped in this motherfucker, now understand Banana clip, banana split, I be on some shit 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it hot up out this bitch My diamonds bigger, niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money up, dust kick up Tires screeching I'm reaching, 50 preach in church, bitch This is pimping, around and end up in the worst shit tip, .40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag Body bag, killer swag, blood all on my shit Now I'm mad in the Jag, day, this is bad Fucking fag, look at ass, why you make me do this shit? I'm for this, so I was told mama gone I've been on my own I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel it Nigga, we in the streets, why we holdin' heat