(Dee, you poppin′ your shit, nigga)

Let's goShe wanna fuck me, she brought her lil′ buddy

Niggas talk shit and this bitch will get ugly

I'm poppin' out with the Draco

Bad bitch with me, I think she from Clayco

Jroc and Demon, they with me

They gon′ let it blow if I say so

I′m not from Mexico but I got pesos

Off the top, go get the bread and then lay low

Stick in the back, and the barrel got air holes

Let's go, shooters like soldiers, they hop out in camo

FN57 and 105 ammo

This shit is serious, no smile in the bando

Trappin′ in Jordan's, I′m rockin' the Gamma

Mexican plug look like Carlos Santana

Tatted BC on my arm, that shit branded

Sippin′ on Quake and they sippin' on Brandy

Left out the office and went to the apartments

Lil' maama bad as hell, love when she arch it

I′m doing push-ups and pull-ups inside of my free time

We used to have racks, now it′s checks on the decline

Defensive coordinator, I send the D line

All black cat, I be whippin' a feline

Lowkey today, I′ma scam in a Nissan

Lookin' like Meech with the brick in a Youkan, yeah

Picked up the phone like, "How many you buying?"

Hung up on shawty, he wasting my time

Pulled up on shawty, goddamn if she fine

I′m goin' hard, I′m just reachin' my prime

Feds in my growing Columbia dry

Junie just dropped so I'm slappin′ a five

Can′t do a show without taking my fire

Let's go

She wanna fuck me, she brought her lil′ buddy

Niggas talk shit and this bitch will get ugly

I'm poppin′ out with the Draco

Bad bitch with me, I think she from Clayco

Jroc and Demon, they with me

They gon' let it blow if I say so

I′m not from Mexico but I got pesos

Off the top, go get the bread and then lay low

Stick in the back, and the barrel got air holes