[Verse 1: This thang all the way on my got this thang the trunk loose I'm on a big ass of beast on some ocean spray cranberry juice And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my Cause the is so severe, and the beats excruciation My amps my pop your ear possibly collapse yo What color is your exterior? The same as poupon What is you a baller? but not Lebron Then what kind of baller are you? The kind sell heroin The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and eagle Mobster like Bugsy Siegel I listen to 40 Don't fuck with too people mane most of them rappers fake See be speaking on some shit that I can relate When I was in the shoe they see Desus got me through My nigga from the to put me up on due, uhh The grit don't quitting my hustle'll pause UH OH! Here the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! x2] We be grinding seven days a week, under the front seat Bendin corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get love the plug And i probably sold family member drugs (drugs) [Verse 2: How much money can a man I'm on the cooking chickens with the pancakes And my fan base to get high with me Get tipsy prolly set own self a Mickeys Get em he be militant Send the whole fifty through ya ligaments Got a knot pocket of them Benjamin's movin like I'm try'na build a pyramid 40 glock with the dot And I can make mash outta tater tots Ask ya parking; I don't really like to talk Block move like James, Wade and Bosh Let's get it I'm the boss with the plug I don't I'm the nigga man I run the club it rough I'm the mayor doing hella stuff Pass puff and they smell it when I it up what? x2] We be grinding seven days a week, under the front seat Bendin corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get from the plug And i probably your family member drugs (drugs) 3: E-40] What you do for a a little bit of this a little bit of that If I ain't got it I know to get it or I can take it to where it's at I can probably get'chu a deal, thirty percent off the sack Depending on how many you want, and how much you know a hustler got Fuckin' now y'all beefing, then circling yo block to the right place, I got chops fresh out the box Can a foosy grape, if you want me too I can But I gotta be honest with'chu it's cost you twenty grand And a build with the bout two, I was thought with the best Raul See Raul been a neighborhood iron chef since Raul stay loo, boys in blue ain't gotta clue Raul ain't pop comp with a spoon or residue Well what about weed you got it I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people got garden a fake ID or benefit card times is hard You Christmas is coming up, I got them gift cards x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the seat hella corners in my new school, one deep Every hood I'm in I get from the plug And i sold your family member drugs (drugs)