Ayy, ayy
Ayy, all these pancake ass niggas
Weird ass niggas man, what 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 (Ra-pa-pa-pa)
I’m the man, clip it, keep a hunnid (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I’m a gunner
When it’s beef, we ain’t playin’ games, we hit you and yo mama (Ayy, ayy)
Know that choppa, that’s that oppa stoppa (Ayy, ayy)
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 it all on me
Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin’ in a Honda (Ayy)
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, remember 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 pig pole (ayy)
And I can’t have no nigga with me if they gon’ snitch on us