I got red on my Glock 9 that’s a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U’s these some bloody Trues
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don’t wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that’s how ballers do
I got red on my Glock 9 that’s a bloody tool
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Aye, Forks up ion give a fuck, spent a hundred dollars on a double cup
Got yo bitch on these nuts, I’m a giv it to her like tree trunks
I beat it up, I’m T’d up, on folknm big G’s up
Smokin reefer, no seeds ah, mamacita go retard God damn
I’m bagging up bricks I’m back in this shit
Ya bitch on my dick, I’m fuckin her good then I pass through the cluique
I pop me a perc and then stand in the kitchen and whippity whip
These diamonds all over my wrist I got this shit out of the trench
Kilo pull up with a banger on me
In the studio that’s 2 times you know we always drop bangers on em
On gang gang, we ain’t never change, we been the same, you ain’t maintain
I pull up on you with the bang bang and put a fucking bullet through your
membrane
God Damn
I’m back in this shit, I’m counting the cash
Ya bitch all over my dick, I’m smacking that bitch on her ass
When Deezy pull up on the block you know that I got the hood pass
I’m fuckin yo bitch and I dip I put my foot down on the gas