Back on that shit, bitch I'm back on my bully
Count up the cake while I roll up the cookie
Clip loaded fully tucked under my hoodie
Blue streaks in my pocket like Benny and Tulley
We want the smoke put ya dawg in a woody
Drop out the top make the whip look like pudding
Ain't gave me shit in this game boy I took it
I got the guap in this bitch why they looking
Fuck around cop a new whip every winter
Ice in my vein like the chain on the pendant
I'm on the block tryna get me some victims
I got on dunks like I play as a center
Soon as I get it, I whip it & ship it
I pour the bitch up she jus sip it & zip it
Catch me a opp take a trip to the city
I find out his drop, get em popped for a penny
I call the shots you not one of my niggas
Bet he the type do a bid & he snitching
Put up that dope in the bay of the engine
Then add on that scope like I'm playing a mission
That nina get ratchet ain't talking no tennis
Came in the game for the wealth & the winnings
I'm still in this shit cause I'm digging the fame
I switched out the drought like I switch out my bitches
Came from the bricks now I'm up in the building
I bought a new drop & it's missing the ceiling
Make her count up the cake til her fingers be itching
Then load up the safe while she cleaning the kitchen
That cuban link cut from another dimension
That cutter gon buss if he up in my mentions
I'm puffin dat blunt til I'm high like ascension
I ain't have to wait till the cake
I already been dogging these bitches
I'm doggin em up
I'm layin em down
Treat her like a mut
Don't matter the day, bitch I'm havin dem bucks
Don't matter the weight, bitch he givin it up
If I'm in the urus a stick in da truck
That money I got, I count it a lot
My bitch she a dime
She havin them knots
Look down at the watch
That bitch got the rocks
I waited my turn
Ain't hate on no nigga
And then in return
This shit what I got
Been makin them plays
And bussing them moves
Now look at the jacket
And look at the shoes
This shit in my genes
I'm rocking them trues
You acting like me
Bitch how you opp
We all on his block with them rugers and beams
He makin a post, I'm takin a shot
Back on that shit, bitch I'm back on my bully
Count up the cake while I roll up the cookie
Clip loaded fully tucked under my hoodie
Blue streaks in my pocket like Benny and Tulley
We want the smoke put ya dawg in a woody
Drop out the top make the whip look like pudding
Ain't gave me shit in this game boy I took it
I got the guap in this bitch why they looking
Fuck around cop a new whip every winter
Ice in my vein like the chain on the pendant
I'm on the block tryna get me some victims
I got on dunks like I play as a center
Soon as I get it, I whip it & ship it
I pour the bitch up she jus sip it & zip it
Catch me a opp take a trip to the city
I find out his drop, get em popped for a penny