[Verse 1] Buncha grams in the duffel b**h Growin up all I knew was the hustle b**h Did alota f** sh** for the fun of it Street n***a since a youngin' been I been running it Talk sh** then my homies get to gunnin' sh** Real talk we ain't neva f**ing running b**h Need the d** Need the money need alot of it They say life is a gamble but I gotta hit Buncha zips in the trunk gotta take a trip I Did alotta flips, I know gymnastics I gotta good girl yeah she's a bad b**h Yeah hella bad b**h, I don't do average I got them grams stashed up in the cabinets Sticky a** sh** gotta wrap it in the plastic Mel Gibson play the game like a maverick n***as wanna cheat they can get there f**ing a** kicked [Hook] cause imma bad guy yeah imma motherf**ing bad guy [x2] [Verse 2] Alota n***as don't like me Cause I cause controversy like Spike Lee Had a couple thousand in the Nike Had a couple hundred in the Reebok Ya'll reign gonna stop n***a ours not smoking on that venom call it [?] Can't wait to pull-up in the car lot Drop dirty money on a baby blue suede top n***as crazy, thinking that they hot b**h I'm buzzin but I'm working like a day job Doing shows n***as hating cause they not And all my n***as on a roll like a state cop Flame never gonna die we gon stay hot Got that California Love like Tupac You only get one life not two shots b**h imma dog but I stay with a cute fox [Hook] Cause she like how I'm living