a couple more commas richer,
and i’m still mobbin wit my n-gg-s bruh.
that’s why they don’t like us rollin deep to the club n-gg-,
f-ck ya club n-gg-!
wherever i’m at is the club n-gg-, suck a d-ck
toot that shoot that glock nine,
jiggy n-gg- i’m bout mine,
pinky ring and my watch shine,
yo b-tch callin my hotline.
wide buggy look c-ckeyed,
big pockets sit lopside,
talk studpid get your mouth wired,
we bout it bout it and rowdy huh.
b-tches all on my jock huh,
pretty n-gg- might stop time,
told yall young n-gg-s runnin sh-t,
including red lights and stop signs.
asap n-gg-s on the scene ha,
young trill n-gg-s on my team ha,
servin fiends ha, b-tches scream ha,
see the beam ha, its the ninaa.
rocky where you been,
i’ve been thuggin wit my team hoe. [x4]
my trunk shake, and my paint spill,
chrome [?] with the grain wheel.
p-ss p-ssy n-gg-s they ain’t tril,
and we toast to ricky cause he ain’t chere.
a couple bad b-tches everyday chill,
so much snow you need a reindeer,
thuggish ruggish like st. clair,
trill b-tches want to hop up on the thang yeaa.
a young n-gg-, a young blood,
a mane don’t let these n-gg-s box you in my n-gg-