(feat. YGTUT)
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
My new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated
If you pop that pill, remember, ni**as fold like huns and fifties
If you on that cup, remember, ni**as fold like-
When I'm working the Ave., it's ash and fire inside the whip
When I'm done, I'ma pass around the cash, go buy some more
If I hit the lil' gas and crash and die, who down to smoke?
When I'm working the Ave., it's ash and fire inside it (Ayy)
Dirty ni**a got soul like enzyme
Snuck two pounds on the inside (fu*k with it), ayy
Trapping out the Mapco (Mapco), ayy
Serving out the Chevron (Chevron)
Little ni**a got caught with the heron
Dog food and a word to my canines
Heard a ni**a got popped with the A-Rod (Yeah)
Running to the state line (Yeah)
I just put a blades on a bulletproof Range, I could cripple Liu Kang, it's on-on
Via that drank, I ain't feeling my face, I ain't feeling no pain, it's on-on
Baby, calm down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah
Baby, calm down, can you handle that high? Can you handle yourself? It's on-on
If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
My new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated
If you pop that pill, remember, ni**as fold like huns and fifties
If you on that cup, remember, ni**as fold like-
If they talking about cash wassam, I'm down, they down, let's go
I been moving my stash around 'cause opps is watching
I ain't breaking my back, I'm lac, I'm lax, wassam, it's cool
I been moving my stash around 'cause opps is watching
Count it up mane, gotta mount it up man, take a look at this sh*t, it's on-on
Hop in that drop, gotta kick in that box, put a click on that a stick, it's on-on
Baby, come down, lemme deal with that stress on top of your head, yeah
Baby, come down, can you handle that high? Can you handle yourself? It's on-on
If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
If I wasn't rapping, baby
If I wasn't rapping, baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
My new whips look so related, my old b*tch was overrated
If you pop that pill, remember, ni**as fold like huns and fifties
If you on that cup, remember, ni**as fold like-
You got a gun, what you gon' do?
What you gon' do with it? What you gon' do with it?
What you gon' do with it, b*tch?
I'm not worried about that gun, b*tch, you will get blown-