That′s what crime do, see these niggas—

That's how the mob move—

These racks in my pocket, that′s what crime do

See my young niggas with me 'cause that's how the mob move

I turned the cream soda to a piru

Look me head to toe, everything I got exclusive

I get to know a driver, I ain′t tryna lose

She could fuck the square nigga, had to cut her loose

My young niggas shootin′ like they run it too

Why you lyin' on my name when you know the truth?

Connected with no plug like thе bluetooth

All white truck but the sеats in the soo woo

Bitch nigga take him for his chain he like nooo, noooo

Granny seen my cup, had to lie, said it′s prune juice

I throw the deuce sign when I blew it through

7 mile dog in the car with no roof, roof

My hunnids turned blue, it got jumped into Snoop crew

He ain't got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon

More money, more power, more sex

Asked that bitch "Where the throat at?" at the door step

Get yo own, nigga, don′t take handouts from no man

Get the load, hit the road with it, show yo gold neck

Coppin blow, put yo toes on it, make some more grams

Left the porch 12 years old richer than some grown men

Press the gas, pressure on, we can't give ′em no chance

Nigga lied in all his songs, he ain't ever road ran

Get the chicken, make it grow, I need some more egg

Fuck, the lights out, I don't want ′em broke, flip the hoe bread

The load just dropped, nigga, code red

Damn Veeze, you really slimed that nigga? Sure did

I make that bitch hold the blicky before we hold hands

I make that bitch get up wit you, make you blow a ten

Hit the Wal-Mart and swipe giffys my first gig

If she ain′t down to stuff the bag, that's the wrong bitch

Ugh, Gang, Gang, Ganger

The way I lean, break the laws of physics

He like Chris Rock dad when it come to the spendin′

Never did crime, break the law in his lyrics

I'm high off yellow pills like I′m flyin' on spirit

I ain′t just rappin', nigga, I'm speakin′ from experience

Bust the wrapper you gon′ see the white like Brittney Spears

Facetimed bro on the leer geeked, seal rippin'

Gallery don′t make me make appointments, you a lil' nigga

Take seventy-fives, still put chills in me

Give my bitch a thousand at a time just for dealin′ with me

Take a thousand beans to these hillbillies

How the fuck I build a friendship with pill sniffers?

It be the fakest niggas claimin' they the real niggas

I need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket

I′m tellin' bro 'nem chill, they just want to kill niggas

These niggas think I′m famous, I don′t even feel different

Gang, gettin' richer, raisin′ to a mill-er

Gettin' richer, mill-er, yeah

Gettin′ richer, racin' to a mill-er

Keepin′ distance, dodgin' penitentiary

Just to get what I got, he'll turn killer

You better keep some money comin′ just like your opinion

Keep yo head up, it get realer and realer

So much dirt, I forget to repent for forgiveness

I′m glad I'm out the game ′cause the snitches livin'

I put her on a wave like I live in a river

Gettin′ paid for all the shit I been through

Pourin' champagne on the ground, tellin′ bro I miss him

He lost his mind, I don't know that nigga

I done stressed over a lot, never over bitches

Tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege

I'ma need a purple cane when I′m old sippin′

Young nigga, got more game then a old nigga

Stop smokin', still droppin′ dirty dope mixes