Check this on me probably cause I turn the hood out,
uh, feel it, free, and on me, uh, yeah
Wesson on me, yeah, we ride it,
Probably cause I'm in the club like
Breeze on the heavy grind
He know what I go through,
niggas don't scheme in the hood
Cause I will squeeze and leave
the spleen on the outside
You bleeding about my free,
so clean in this white tee
All I got is beats in my oppa
don't sleep cause the street is sweet
But leave y niggas six feet deep
Underneath pump with vanilla hide
I'm making a killing, I'm a corporate villain
I shake down your building like
Tell you who the hell am I
Have my way with your lady
Y'all lame with your lady
Y'all play with your baby
And your summer little buddy
Y'all gay, he be hummin' my shit
I got bricks, I got chips
You ain't got nothin' on me
Got this truck, got the fifth
In the hood, where I'm from
They call detectives on me
You ain't got nothin' on me
In the club, got the fifth
In the club, check this trip
Them hoes cling to me probably
coke cooked up, some niggas moody
Same story, different nigga
Try to take my sound, get you again, pow
Free top billing, you try to steal him,
God's plan if them shots landing,
I got him running his car, peeling the block,
Homestuffing cities and villas,
taught me to fill a filling
Chilling with a titty filling, filling
Now all these players hating punks,
Got so many straps, call me
Everywhere I go, automatic
I'm serving all your medicine,
I'm snapping for the hell of it,
Nigga, I got bricks, I got chips,
you ain't got nothing on me
Got the strap, got the fifth, the
In the hood, where I'm from,
They call detectives on me,
probably cause I turn the hood out
I got houses, I got rich,
you ain't got nothin' on me
In the club, got the fifth,
you're smithin' wesson on me
chick is trippin', wanna get naked for me
Them hoes cling to me probably