All these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man

What are all these niggas talkin′ 'bout?

(Ice cream ass niggas) Ayy

I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket

If it′s war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started

I′m the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I′m a gunner

When it's beef, we ain′t playin' games, we hit you and yo′ mama

Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops

I fell in love with all this fuckin′ money, you in love with drama

Say, say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama

Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

All these tattoos on my fuckin′ body, she say I′m a hottie

Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?

We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy

I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan

And free Chris though, ′member we was bouncin' out with 44′s

A nigga keep it silent, in L.A, I keep a clip though

'Cause no, I can′t be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole

And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon′ snitch on us