my car my bitch nigga everything major my niggas they shoot like indiana pacers indiana hoosiers dont get marked by the laser wet your fucking team up meaning hollows will bathe ya red phantom pink slip everything paid for black 24s lips fatter than fantasia s had a bitch from asia put her up on the chronic and her name soo woo isnt it ironic my bars grey goose and tonic and when i vomit respect me like mohamed but nigga im not islamic all about my profit angel in the cockpit devil in the rearview heavens the only option angel on the hood like reverend run s crooks today im feeling good riding in his holy ghost hate me like im god s son wanna see me deceased break the 6th commandment if you run up on this jesus piece wow my whip like wow my wrist like chick like neck iced out my rims like wow im smoking right now you cry and say ow cause my gun go pow balling like amar e im not an athlete but its a track meet im on a great run the world love me some love to hate me its all gravy i m so icy so punch your brakes nigga ice cream on my face it aint your face nigga im on my grind constant yeah my grind constant while you cross counties we cross continents yellow diamonds on my wrist it s looking like a omelette im not a bumpkin my trap bunkin i got onions squares for you powerful goons prepared for you so what the move blood i m tattood up im a straight thug i keep a coke plug so what the move blood i m tattood up im a straight thug i keep a coke plug wow my whip like wow my wrist like chick like neck iced out my rims like wow im smoking right now you cry and say ow cause my gun go pow  game gucci we onto something major chains coochie light it up like vegas down goes frasier my shooters like peja and we keep that lupe run when you see them lasers we be them trailblazers smoking kush from malaysia still trapping like back then now iphones is pagers click clackin whats happening 45 at you haters keep yapping im clapping t i know we takers nigga i don t give a damn them sixes sitting ceiling fans get your boss on your phone cause we dont fuck with middle men hit your boss at your home fucking with my little man where im from its off with your dome for just a kilogram gucci they talking about that tat up on your face must of forgotten them boys you shot nigga murder was the case this summer is ours ain t a motherfucker safe and in the fall i m puttin 5 mill in a fucking safe like wow my whip like wow my wrist like chick like neck iced out my rims like wow im smoking right now you cry and say ow cause my gun go pow1