Close combat
Stab him, make him fall back
Pull that blick out, let it go, I'ma pop that
Big bands in my pockets
If a nigga try and do some, I'ma drop his ass facts, all facts
His face getting stopped at
Paint his face on the ground like road lines, nigga no cap
I'll be whipping in that all black
Pull up to the bank, then withdraw ten bands
I need all that
Your bitch, I ain't call back
Fucked her then I passed it to my bro, and he hit, then he off'd that
See through these niggas like contacts drifting in that whip
In that goddamn hellcat
Hell yeah, in ghost goin' so fast
Saw 'em stop and stare as a young nigga drove past
In my bag, yeah, I'm 'bout racks
Money over hoes any day
Yeah, I'm counting up that damn cash
Right up to the ceiling got tall stacks
Pussy nigga talk shit, he getting popped at
Said wanna fight, know I'm 'bout that
Sunk his face in brass, knuckles making contact
Close combat
Stab him, make him fall back
Pull that blick out, let it go, I'ma pop that
Big bands in my pockets
If a nigga try and do some, I'ma drop his ass, all facts
His face getting stopped at
Paint his face on the ground like the road lines, nigga no cap
I'll be whipping in that all black
Pull up to the bank, then withdraw ten bands
I need all that