Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
As I step on the corner, they wanna be like me
Watch how I move, I got Rees on my feet
Shoes on the whip, got the tints on the car
Got the .40 on my hip, bad bitch, I'm not a star
Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk
Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk
Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it
Snakes in the grass, motherfucker I'mma mow it
Problems, I'ma don
Put in all my effort
Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka
Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want my crown
Michael body-count, Pacquiao, you're going down

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti

Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step on the corner, they wanna be like me
I fear no man, it's time to move this key
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot
Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul

So who they wanna be like? Me, that's right, Gunplay
A player that'll take it to the paint without a pump fake
Thumbin' through the check, your bitch shootin' me the fuck face
I ain't sparin' bitches 'round this bitch, ain't nothin' safe
You know what I'm 'bout, I'm 'bout that motherfuckin' action
Lock a loose pit out the gate, broke the latches
Got a $1000 blunt, smoke it 'til there ain't no ashes
Keep choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes
Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie
'Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it
Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer
Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number
You talking crazy but me and you know
I take it down like I been here before
I don't OD like someone tripled the dose
Screech on me, loaded clip with some dope

Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step on the corner, they wanna be like me
I fear no man, it's time to move this key
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot
Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul

When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt
They know what money look like and what a real nigga worth
Gettin' money everyday, not just 15th and the 1st
I whip out my dick, hoes quenchin' they thirst
I be tourin' with a warrant, spillin' Bel-Air when I pour it
Hoes not allowed to speak English in my foreign
You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don
Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm holdin' long
They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure
Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor
Dirty as my draws is
Knockin' pictures off the walls bitch (Hunnid in a drum)
Niggas on that Flocka, shootin' grannies off of rockers
Knockin' meat up off of tacos like blocka-blocka-blocka
I be whippin' the rock, you be trickin' on thots
I jump up out the drop like coke out the pot

Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step on the corner, they wanna be like me
I fear no man, it's time to move this key
I put my eye to the scope, never missin' a shot
Shoot for the stars, I'mma rip up your top
Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul

Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
I'll show it to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti

Step out the car, all they see is the gold
All I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
But they think it's my soul
But they think it's my soul

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANTHONY JOSEPH TUCKER, JERMAINE PREJEAN, MAURICE JORDAN, RICHARD ARMANDO MORALES, WILLIAM LEONARD ROBERTS