0:20In peace (in peace), may you rest (may you rest)
0:23Never ever shoot below the neck (never ever)
0:26You a rookie (you a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet)
0:28That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (got a TEC)
0:32Not checkers (not checkers), this chess (it is chess)
0:34I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
0:36I curve Tiffany, yeah, for Jess (for who?)
0:40Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (straight up)
0:42In Bikini Bottom, I'm with Sandy (Sandy)
0:46Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (brandy)
0:49Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (yah, yah)
0:51Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (yah, yah)
0:54Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (straight up)
0:56I'm a guap getter (straight up)
0:58Leave a thot bitter (straight up)
0:59Get your block hit up
1:00Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (on God)
1:03Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (straight up)
1:05Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (case closed)
1:09We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (uh oh)
1:11Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (uh oh)
1:14These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
1:16Used to use EBT to get seafood (what?)
1:19Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (straight up)
1:22She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (facts)
1:24Metro worth a lot of M's, nigga, me too (racks)
1:27Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
1:31Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop)
1:33The body in that casket was a opp (21)
1:35I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
1:38All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
1:41Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)
1:44I got ten freaky girls on a yacht (yacht)
1:46Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)
1:50Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (on my mama)
1:52All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (on your mama)
1:55Ain't no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (straight up)
1:57Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (on God)
2:00Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
2:03Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (six)
2:05Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (on God)
2:08Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (straight up)
2:11All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
2:14Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (too much clubbin')
2:16Cashed out on all my cards 'cause I'm stubborn ('cause I'm stubborn)
2:19Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (how I'm comin')
2:22I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (straight up)
2:25Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (straight up)
2:27Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (on God)
2:30When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (straight up)
2:33Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock)
2:36Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop)
2:38The body in that casket was a opp (21)
2:41I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
2:44All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
2:46Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)
2:49I got ten freaky girls on a yacht (yacht)
2:52I got ten freaky girls on a yacht
2:54You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today, ridin' down 20
3:01I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
3:05You know what? He was happy to see me