Ayy, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, skuh-duh-skuh
Sos' baby, GBE baby
What the fuck? What the fuck? Ayy ayy
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Bang bang
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Gang gang
Huh, gang gang, bang, bang, bang (huh?)

See a one black and white like a Tuxedo
Then you know I'm gettin' money like a casino
Hit the dice game with a bunch of money on me
Leave the dice game with a whole lot of fuckin' C-notes
Bitch, I ride with a gun in the front seat though
And I don't give a fuck, my brother can get fuckin' Nino
And I spent a lotta money like a fuckin' gringo
Bitch, It's Louie Lou but my life Gucci though
We'll put you in the air if you want promo
Said he smokin' dicks, man, I think that nigga homo
With your bitch, Netflix and chill mean porno
Said he got smoke, man, I was on tour though

Smokin' on gross, it do the most, finna pour me a new pop (huh?)
We feel strong, cop a hundred boles and pints, we don't even drop (huh? Drop)
My shorty killin' so much kush and told his ass to stop (huh? Stop)
My trap hit bool, they ball so hard, that police say "Knock, knock" (huh?)
I left the spot and met the jeweler, finna cop me a new watch (huh? Bling)
Extra grill, or extra clips, just wait we finna scrape from the pot (huh? Skrrt)
Trackhawk Jeep a hundred Gs, should've seen when I left that lot (Track)
I grab the pint and drop the pint and put it all in one pop (huh? doo-doo-doo)
I grabbed the Glock and dropped some shells and went and caught a new opp (bang, bang)
That's what you get, tryna do a hit, sneak dissin' on my block (huh?)
I left his top topless like one of them bop ass thots (doo-doo-doo, huh?)
I love totin' blick, hit his brain, could've seen what he thought (huh?)

She seen my whip, wanna suck my dick, nigga, that ain't my fault (huh?)
Wanna suck my dick 'cause she love my swag and she love the way I talk (huh?)
All my cars ain't none but the dumbest shit I bought (huh? Bitch)
I spend that shit and get it back so I buy what I want (huh?)
Z01s and Z06s, you know I go fast (huh?)
Cut us off in traffic? You got foenem on your ass (huh?)
I get bread, yeah, I get bread, this shit can not go bad (bitch)
Pussy right now playin' games, it got his ass toe-tagged (bang, bang)
I was 16 pullin' past my school on them foes (huh?)
I was trappin', pop out, tryna flex on them hoes (flexin, flexin, huh?)
My new thot sayin' what my ex sayin' goes (huh? Bitch)
Can't get to hit 'em 'cause my neck really froze (huh? Burr)
H-U-R-T, they hate you, I see (huh?)
I got my fire on me, put it on repeat (huh? Bang, bang, bang)
1-800 King Keef, if you want some beef (huh?)
Gotta quit smokin' weed, I look Japanese (I look Japanese, huh?)
One came sixty Gs, call that Master Piece (huh? Woo)
Spend money, get money, that's a casualty (huh?)
Yeah, my shorties hit blocks and that's casually (huh?)
And they'll set you up a shot like a Applebee's (huh?)
Bitch, my house had roaches and mouses (huh?)
I was scrapin' up the pennies off the couches (huh?)
I had five different hoes in one house (huh?)
You talk too much, put five different holes in your mouth (huh?)
Smoke too much dope, I think it's holes in my lungs (huh?)
You don't wanna be next to the hole in my gun (huh?)
Boy, pull up a choppa, put a hole in your gun (huh?)
Call me Sosa One, put a hole up in one (huh?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (huh?)
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (huh?)
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Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Darron Rose, Keith Cozart, Young Malcolm