Internet Money, bitch
Yeah, ooh
Yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on
Lil', uh, bitch
Ayy, yeah (hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid)

They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)

We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I don't got the time to be playin' games with the opps
Pull up with this chop' and then I knock you out your socks (bah)
Timeless, and I don't need a motherfuckin' clock
Man, I swear to God, all I need is my Glock and mop, yeah

They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
They said you had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)

Bitch, we stay like Ricky Bobby, not the Bobby with lil' Whitney
I drop five up on the Glock and you think I ain't bring it with me
I put four-fives in this big 3.0 and spark it like a blizzy
I don't show no love to city hoes but I do love this Glizzy
Make her vow to me, you will never jam when you in need
With this laserbeam, put him underneath the concrete
Better not play with me, I'ma make sure you niggas sleep
Dig your grave for me, jump inside and tell me what you see, uh

They don't understand who I am (yeah)
I had to WWE slam (slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (yeah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (yeah)

We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (yeah)

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Writer(s): Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Darak Ahmath Figueroa, Michael Lamar II White, Nicholas Mira, Timothy Thomas Henson