in my bag (auto tune remix)

grand hustle ya that's my clique

omelly ya that's my goon

all i got to do is point and watch him pop you like balloon

shout out my nigga meech

pmon that's my dawg too

i be fucking bitches and it's like he fuck 'em all too

we ball through

she call me i hang up she call you

he look at me smiling and i be like she wilding

we styling srt

cherokee be growling

me i wear that wrist shot like i signed a deal with prada

my motto mob i been about a dollar

i'm to cop maserati you 'bout to go marauder

you nigga fucking with the wrong one

short temper long gun

i do this for the long run

if i don't have a million by the type i'm twenty-five

i swear to god i ain't rapping i'm in the hood trapping

trying to knock down bricks like the big bad wolf

tell my lawyer get me home this jail shit a bad look

hit her with a couple stacks and next week i had court

now i'm back and im a problem like fuck a mad book