Yeah, brr, yeah, yeah, yeah (Don't see no money, gang, nigga, fvck that)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Ceg3all trippin' on this one), what?
I got some money, but I ain't no hero (Yeah)
Look at my bank, this bitch do zeros (Yeah, yeah)
Two fully's on me, I hop out, Akimbo (What?)
Nigga not bussin' his Glock, he pretend, though
Behind that one, that two, that zero
Behind my gang shoot fully extendos (Brr, brr)
Behind yo' bitch, I'm droppin' that dick off (Bee)
Young nigga follow my lead like Adolf (Yeah)
Big boy Glock on my hip, bih' blowin' (Yeah)
I'm peepin' the cap, I'm peepin' what's goin' (Ayy)
I put the "brr" on the back of the .40 (Ayy)
Fully Glock, this bih' destroyin' (Brr)
I'm poppin' hard, I jump out the foreign
Flex on my opps, I'm gettin' annoyin'
Break this shit down, the trap keep goin' (Yeah)
She bend her shit over, the dick start growin'
Bend her shit over, I'm gettin' aroused
Two Glocks on me, I'm double blicked down
She interiorize the opps like Art the Clown (Yeah)
Mini-Micro Drac' hold 40 rounds (Brr, brr)
Mini-Micro Drac' gon' sit you down (Ayy)
Whole gang got rats, I'm puttin' you down
Whole gang got "brr," I'll put you up (Yeah)
Nigga dickridin' the gang, need to zip it up
Slap the racks on the head, told the bih', "Shut up"
Super H5 blunt, OD, stacked up
Bitch, I get big high, too geeked up
Need the real one exotic, ain't smokin on Runts
Put the Perc' and the Addy' in the mother****in' blunt
Pop the 5, but he missed, I was movin' like Trump
We gon' hit that boy up, leave a stank like skunk
Put the bag on the head, put a nigga in the trunk
I'ma come through slam like CM Punk
Hit the Drac' through the window, watch everybody duck
Two Glocks, one night 'fore I shake shit up
Kick a nigga door down, I'll shoot the kids up
Can't stand these niggas, told the pussy, "Get up"
I-I got designer, drug, money
Post on the block, servin' on junkie
Post on the mountain with big boy 40
I got some money, but I ain't no hero
Look at my bank, this bitch do zeros
Two fully's on me, I hop out, Akimbo
Nigga not bussin' his Glock, he pretend, though
Behind that one, that two, that zero
Behind my gang, shoot fully extendos
Behind yo' bitch, I'm droppin' that dick off
Young nigga follow my lead like Adolf
Big boy Glock on my hip, bih' blowin'
I'm peepin' the cap, I'm peepin' what's goin'
I put the "brr" on the back of the .40
Fully Glock, this bih' destroyin'
I'm poppin' hard, I jump out the foreign
Flex on my opps, I'm gettin' annoyin'
Break this shit down, the trap keep goin'
She bend her shit over, the dick start growin'
(Blatt, blatt, what? What?)
Behind that one, that two, that zero (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Behind that one, that two, that zero
Behind that one, that two, that zero
Behind my gang, shoot fully extendos