in the whip rolling up, I give a fuck Roll through my hood, say what's up, they know I'm up hating all around me, I the 40 tucked Any problems with you I'll just hit them killers up We're chillin' bruh, yeah these are feelin' us You niggas got a shitty swag, that's why them bitches with us All everything, clothes and my whips too chili with a chipped I could still pull hoes and they would choose me Sippin' that Patron, blowing weed I'm woozy Niggas in the who I don't fuck with trying to dap me up Who is Oh, you're doing Oh, that's up Fuck up out my though Ace by the load me and my nigga Pootie Tang and 38 up in VIP, now we're on the balcony I hold my own, I don't on no one to look out for me Maintain, switch a couple while I blow this tree When I ride by, hope that ain't notice me Low key nigga, yeah I'm livin' good Low key nigga from the and crazy hood you know just what it is, coppin' whips, coppin' Young Cash came February twenty sixth Extra good how we live, we ain't no more L's to my nigga? gettin' bread in eat , gotta be the nigga the paper And them new J's, fresh as hell, I ain't lookin' for no I get mine like a G, bitch I pay the fee Ain't no haggling or to make a bargain with me Got 650 IR black sittin' good Was a broke nigga, now I get this like I should Got my mama Mercedez, send her for the bills About to cop another whip, I ain't got no record My Cudder, he just copped a up in them hills on deck, now I'm trying to get these mills For the glory, and I it all at one time This is real shit, there wasn't no punch lines