[Verse 1: This thang all the way on my got this thang the trunk loose I'm on a big ass bottle of on some ocean spray cranberry juice And I strongly suggest you don't sit in my transportation Cause the is so severe, and the beats excruciation My amps my pop your ear possibly yo lung What color is your exterior? The same as grey What is you a baller? Yeah but not what kind of baller are you? The kind that sell heroin The kind that lives his life illegal, toted gun and desert Mobster like Siegel I listen to 40 music Don't fuck too many people mane most of them rappers fake See Feezy be on some shit that I can relate When I was in the they see Desus what got me through My nigga the Brass to put me up on due, uhh The grit don't my hustle'll never pause UH OH! come the law I got dope in my draws BEATCH! x2] We be grinding days a week, heat under the front seat Bendin hella corners in my new school, one hood I'm in I get love from the plug And i probably sold your family drugs (drugs) [Verse 2: How much money can a man I'm on the block cooking chickens the pancakes And my fan base to get high with me Get prolly set they own self a Mickeys Get em Beaver he be Send the whole fifty clip through ya Got a knot full of them Benjamin's bricks like I'm try'na build a pyramid 40 glock with the dot And I can make potatoes outta tater tots Ask ya I don't really like to talk alot Block move like James, Wade and Chris get it I'm the real boss with the plug I don't I'm the nigga man I run the club Keep it rough I'm the mayor hella stuff Pass puff and they it when I light it up what? x2] We be seven days a week, heat under the front seat hella corners in my new school, one deep Every I'm in I get love from the plug And i sold your family member drugs (drugs) [Verse 3: What you do for a a little bit of this a little bit of that If I ain't got it I know where to get it or I can take it to where at I can probably get'chu a deal, get'cha thirty percent off the on how many you want, and how much you know that a hustler got Fuckin' right now y'all beefing, then circling yo 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 gumble bout two, I was thought with the Raul See Raul been a iron chef since 1982 stay clockin' loo, boys in blue ain't gotta clue Raul ain't never pop with a spoon or residue Well what about weed you got it I beg your pardon I gotta hella connections my Negro my people they got Need a fake ID or card times is hard You know Christmas is coming up, I got them cards x2] We be grinding seven days a week, heat under the front Bendin hella in my new school, one deep Every I'm in I get love from the plug And i probably sold your family member (drugs)