me and my man do our thing with the splits now we coming down matching feet matching whips drop it in the watch it come back to chips now we lockinb down the block this like we dont break shit one week we gon get that bad bitches double em up we gon hit that pass a gram of sand we gon spit that that real d boy lingo we gon kick that yeah for real fourway on my feet the kid go hard for the money you sweet ass niggas want the honey treat them things like the homies yeah we keep em moving a bass mouth in the coupe im tryna get some chewing if you aint cashing plugs out then what the fuck you doing like john travolta when it come to a olivia newton snow put me up on game showed me how to push it now im in texas playing big like my name cushing corner the market massive distribution met a new sick chain got them hoes puking and the loafers clean nice suede and the linen shirts perfect cause the boys paid in full  chain so big it look monkey addicted to this cash im a motherfucking junkie niggas mad cause i passed and they motherfucking flunkies if its really like that fuck nigga then slug me came invalidated i didnt need no validation pope to the streets im the leader of a nation i took my cane and my pain and my other mindframe and i told em bout the game and accumulated fame told you back with fab on do the damn thang if the number on the right i can move the damn thang and the coupes clean and the tops suede and the f n working cause your boys paid im full 2