Fah, fah, fah, fah
G-lock (G-lock)
Fah, fah, fah, fah
(Hurricane made this one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Ayy
You know I get money, f- b-, duck snitches
N- already know the business
F- a n-, f- his brother
F- his gang
N- know they ain't f- with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains
N-, I ain't ever tuckin' sh- (uh-uh)
Yeah, f- the opps, f- the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a d-
Yeah, Presi' wrist, Presi' ten, big sticks
B-, I move like the president (uh)
My opps sh-, mafia sh-, free ahk
Twelve still ain't stoppin' sh- (free Ralo)
(I heard these n- droppin' dimes)
I'ma drop some shells around this b-
Yeah, n- been poppin' my sh-
Been poppin' my collar since I was six
Yeah n-, since I was a jit
I been legit, yeah, I kept a stick
Aimin' at you and I bet I won't miss
I aim it at him and I bet that I hit (yup, yup)
Straight out the mud but I don't f- with pigs (uh-uh)
I got some top in the back of the Benz
(Uh-uh)
Mama's only son don't call me your twin (uh-uh)
N-, I put that sh- on the FN (the fye)
Yeah, my Cuzzo be servin' that bean
He say he goin' in until they come get him (yeah)
I told him don't worry just get it done (yeah)
And if you gonna done it don't do it for fun
Yeah, if you gon' do it, don't do it for none
Beat the block up like a motherf- drum
N- try to take some, cut off his arm (yeah, yeah)
I'm a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-a- young n- (yeah)
Pack flippa, big dripper, big pistol
Lil' n- keep it with em' (yeah)
Sneak dissin' got me tickled, what's the issue?
Shine your head for a n-
F- these n-, f- these b-
F- the fame, yeah, and f- the system
You know I get money, f- b-, duck snitches
N- already know the business
F- a nigga, f- his brother, f- his gang
N- know they ain't f- with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains
N- I ain't ever tuckin' sh- (uh-uh)
Yeah, f- the opps, f-the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a d-
Yeah, tell 'em, "Suck a d-"
Middle fingers up, they ain't talkin' 'bout sh-
And it's M.O.B
Yeah, money over b-
I'ma be this way 'til I'm eighty-six (yeah)
Matter of fact 'til I'm ninety-nine
Or you could just say until I die
Ten-toes down, I ain't got sh- to hide
I'm cutthroat for real can't trust my smile (yeah)
Lambo truck with butterfly doors
They like, "This young n- wildin" (woo)
I hop in that b- and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot
Yeah, diamonds on me fightin' like a mosh pit
Yeah, might start a riot
Uh, Cartier shades like Simon
And my chopper sing like Alvin the Chipmunk
I been sippin' lean and smokin' big blunts
Trap ni- f- with the bitcoin
N- rappin' cappin' like they did sum'
Stop lyin', n-, you ain't did none
I just crush a lot, pockets big Pun
I been goin' dumb, still goin' dumb
And I put that on my grandma's son, n-
You know I get money, f- b-, duck snitches
N- already know the business (yeah)
F- a n-, f- his brother, f- his gang
N- know they ain't f- with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains
N- I ain't ever tuckin' sh- (yeah)
Yeah, f- the opps, f- the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a d- (b-)