(E-Enrgy made this one)

My bitch real bad, she a ten and some

VVS and Diors, gimme coochie and gums

One in the head, ain't a hunnid round, that's a one-on-one

Rollin' with them Glocks in Atlanta, yeah, one-of-one

You the type to see me with a Perc' and ask for the half

You the type to buy a gram, not a pound and a half

I was in the hall makin' sales, nigga, fuck class

Nigga asking for a feature, I'ma take his whole stash

I only like models, all my bitches got a bag

I know I be rappin', but I still get on your ass

Nigga, you a pussy, you be givin' niggas passes

I won't shoot you in the mall

I'll smack your face off the glass

Original Band Crew, at fifteen, had it tatted

No cap, I'm rеally rich like that boy who own the Mavericks

No ovеrtime needed, we gon' leave him where it happened

Three-five in my 'Wood, you lil' bum niggas match it

When I leave out the house, I wear a Cuban and a chopper

I know I'm a rapper, but I slide when it's a problem

Crack the seal on a pint, filled up my baby bottle

I don't like how he lookin', so his car, I'ma follow

The day I see cuz, I'm puttin' ten in your face

I'm really neighborhood, these niggas faker than they chains

Rich roller, franchise, basketball, fo' gang

If TG don't like you, then we takin' niggas chains

I really sip syrup, this ain't start yesterday

Got a switch on my choppa, this the boppa-dop K

I look it as respect when I don't say it to your face

I sleep in a palace, it's a really big place

I really love the drink, so I put a ring on it

You the type to have a court and don't put your team on it

Niggas really rats, they just got the cheese on 'em

I came on her face, I be leavin' me on her

AMG Benzes, Cartier lenses

The whole hood wave when I'm ridin' through the trenches

I got rich in a couple seconds, it ain't take a minute

I know you wanna dress like me, but I'm privileged

Lame nigga in my lane, get his ass dunked on

I love Apple for them watches and they iPhones

One tap of the gas in this car and I'm gone

I promise he ain't really tough, he just got a cut song

I really get dressed, these niggas try to copy

Spin that chop like a butterfly, sting like Ali

Brewer hat with the glove, niggas know how we rockin'

He wearin' his chains off the neck

'cause he know we gon' drop in

(Wearin' his chains off the, 'cause he)

Yeah

Franchise shit

Mm, mm, mm