Hola DJ Social
 Aye aye, turn me up
 Stay with mine, when I slide through (When I slide through)
 No brain on the Bently Coupe (On the Bently Coupe)
 I got shooters hanging out the roof (Hanging out the roof)
I just pretend that I'm the shit, b***h I'm the truth (b***h I'm the truth, B. Lou)
 Yeah, my shooters loose (Huh)
 For my brothers, I stay on a stand, won't tell a truth (For my)
 I got wood, ten, five, four
 Serving drugs out the top pole
 Stay in the kitchen
 Whipping the biscuit
Risk all my niggas
 Afraid of them trenches
 Virgin my feet, if I didn't mention
 B. Lou a chemists, pushing the limit
See, I get too filthy my nigga
The choppa a damn to you niggas, it'll split you in half you lil niggas
I am not average lil b***h, I'm over, you a lil amateur b***h
 Hunnid back, hunnid back, hunnid back, hunnid back, hunnid back, that's my hunnid racks
 Ran up on a blood and he not gon' get his money back
Look at the b***h go crazy
 Just got my opp going lazy
 Test me, you pushin' up, daisy
I need a b***h 'bout them daisies
 Diamonds on my neck kick different
 Choppa hit a next star filming
 I got a hunnid rounds, start ripping
 Shawty said I sound like Pimpin'
 Get to the bread, get to the bread, get to the bread I'll pick it
 Shawty big booty no pint
 The light hit my chain, it was blingy
 Big chain on my bling
 I got them haters, they leave with sting