I stay with it and place with it 
Your bitch ain’t shit, that’s the line city
Time and lain, ain’t no line switchin’
If we swing we ain’t missin’
Do our thing, we ain’t snitchin’
Chain shoes in my chains bitches 
Good dick it won’t change bitches 
Your marks out here try to came bitches 
My foolies all in my chain glissen
Shootin’ dice in the base kitchen 
Please fight right in then jaize 
Keep on talkin’ I’mma need ‘em faze
Drop all in line, try to get ‘em jaize 
Cuz we are out here guapin’ try to dug and rates 
Can’t close it on that fucked up page 
There ain’t no such thing as I have enough change 

(Hook)
Hit on the swivel, think the devil try to fallow me 
Brand new car, came equivalent new technology 
He’ll be bustin’ on the league, you gotta do some  salla wing 
Seems like everybody want a fuckin’ problem, MIO finely 
I made it finely, finely 
I said I’m ‘bout that now, finely 

(Verse)
Nigga I’ve been on 
Around my hood I’m alive 
Askin’ pay shades, this on long way 
Baby said she wanna blow my mind 
I was in ‘em streets, my nigga pay to go 
East side nigga, that’s amazin’ show 
Bad look baby, I was trane to go 
I use to bang silly sell on occasion dog
Tighed it up, bag it up 
Sure stop the homies, is you mad or what?
Pass all fife or a pass and bug?
Come here swingin’ so cold, bitches mad in luck 
I gotta be on boy face, my nigga JO 
Lookin’, lookin’ now, boy I sit ‘em down
Diamblin’ lane down from that edge to the four line
Nigga from the air, with the shoes on the close line 
Fours play on tag, niggas body bad 
Turned that fan niggas lookin’ so cool in the VIP 
I use to leave duel in the bitch
Eat the pussy sick, I’mma kill her 
Roll to the back, I ain’t hatin’on that nigga 
Your nigga go real, well I go realer 
Keep pocket for the stacks adds to my all zone 
Heard my nigga feelings comin’ throw on that ill go 

(Hook)

(Verse)
Nigga I’ve been on too
In the motherfucker roary, erybody ain’t real 
Anybody wanna rap here, anybody ain’t build 
Got a bad bitch with me and she thinkin’ in the quip 
I’mma king, I’mma beast, no limit like Zip 
Got my porch with a zip in that empty car a mil 
Pow with my fetty, let it get you that pill
Put some chains on the brain, give his ass the whole clip 
But until I’m out in Vegas get it load all in street line 
They be sleepin’ on the dealer 
Guess this niggas ain’t knowin’
Had to fall and roll so hard 
Cuz the police had to come and kick the motherfucker dope 
And you ain’t never had a pack, get melt to your child 
Gotta drop it in the pattern once she hit it with the wap 
You ain’t never had to rap, put the strap in the lack
With the people in that real and can’t look back 
They play your ass  sober, that’s the motherfucker rap 
Your goin’ down boy, that’s the motherfuckin’ fact 
Them nigga told me what you really know about that 

(Hook)