(Damn, Jay, this shit hard)
Gah, gah, gah, gah
(IMixNation for real)
(On God, Chen just made a banger, yeah)
Veno
Mic check, one, two (check this motherfucker)
Talkin' out his top, might step on you (step on that motherfucker)
Barbecue, beef shit, leave him hot like stew
Four hoes, my dick leave 'em stuck like glue (lil' bitty bitch)
I'm cruisin' in my six-four, but I got that 30 on me
I got charges pendin', the judge, he tryna put thirty on me
Up late night, I'm gettin' it, I'm trappin' until the early morning
All these niggas bitches, I'm richer than all of my opponents
Richer than my opps, yessir (uh-huh, bitch)
If you richer than your opps, say, "Yessir" (ayy, bitch)
If you tryna spin the block, say, "Yessir"
Hop out with this Glock and run 'em down and put this bitch to work
I see him cryin' like a ho (ayy)
I see them tears runnin' down your face
I know trick mad as fuck when I beat my attempted murder case
We like to hit shit up, we be slidin' late night with them Drac's
So shut that bitch shit up 'fore we pull up and wet up your place
Goddamn, we done left a pool there
Neighborhood, slide through your block in a wheelchair
My paper good, I tried to leave the block, but I'm still there
I wish you would, you gon' meet the Glock, nigga, be aware
Mic check, one, two (check this motherfucker)
Talkin' out his top, might step on you (step on that motherfucker)
Barbecue, beef shit, leave him hot like stew
Four hoes, my dick leave 'em stuck like glue (lil' bitty bitch)
I'm cruisin' in my six-four, but I got that 30 on me
I got charges pendin', the judge, he tryna put thirty on me
Up late night, I'm gettin' it, I'm trappin' until the early morning
All these niggas bitches, I'm richer than all of my opponents
That's a man down (bitch)
Pants down, a damn clown (bitch)
Put your hands down
'Cause we ain't shootin' nan' round
How that damn sound? (okay)
Boy, you rattin' like a fuckin' bitch
'Terrogation room, I told 'em crackers eat my fuckin' dick
But that's how it go (go)
I'm from the motherfuckin' Four (Four)
Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
And I got pull on the guys like a rope (rope)
I'm with the gang, never change on the bros
Ride 18, lil' bitch, we been that
Go pop the trunk where the motherfuckin' stick at
Say it's a problem, we ready to fix that
Black sheet, grab the chopper, wrap 'em in a black sheet
Up the MAC and squeeze this bitch and let it spit like Max B
This shit get wavy
I been makin' plays like the Patriots
Fuckin' on that bitch, but she can't never have my baby (nope)
We tote a lot of sticks, but we do not tote no .380s (nope)
My uncle with the shit, we servin' crack like it's the '80s
Andre, Veno Gang
And I'm just coolin' in this bitch
Got three bad-ass lil' hoes grippin' on my Ksubis in this bitch
Got three 18s with me grippin' on them toolies in this bitch
I up, face-shot, man down, I might just lose it in this bitch
Ayy, ayy, and I'm just vibin' in this ho
It's a shooter at the door