(Ayy, you hear that shit?)
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
(Yeah)

Spend your record deal on a frozey watch (yeah)
Rather get it in the city, the road be hot (road be hot)
Was in the feds, we ran him up, he told, he hot
Six mile, yeah, I'm from the east, but had Cody thots (ha)
Fifty pointers in my neck, look like my chain dance (bitch)
Bust Rollie on my arm, this bitch breakdance (breakdance)
Count the money twenty ways, I got eight hands
Put a silence on that bitch, it's soundin' like a spray can
That's three hundred thousand dollars, let the coupe start (skrrt)
We put niggas in the blender like a juice bar (bitch)
I be feelin' like I'm snoop, pop a blue bar (yeah)
I did two years in the feds, playin' ooh-wop

It's blue tips in the chop, paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames, the streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls, them niggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These niggas lyin' in they songs, I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my niggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint, my niggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through

Ayy, fuck a deal, you hear my name without no cosign
Forty-seven plain jane, this bitch Joe Biden
I just caught 'bout fifty 'bows, what's a hunnid thousand?
Niggas only sign them deals when they runnin' out
A rich nigga, I can fuck her once my eyes on her
Told me I think that I'm the shit, I got flies on me
Nigga spoke down on the gang, then he died from it
I'm out here dwellin' on the sky, this a skydweller
You in the red, it's blue tips in my five-seven
Send my best guys
Your jeweler hammed you, I can tell them bitches SI's
Fifty racks, Amiri flag on my left side
Stop tellin' niggas we up next, bitch, we got now

It's blue tips in the chop, paint the streets blue
They like, "Cuz, don't hang with lames, the streets need you"
I ain't scared of no souls, them niggas bleed too
We'll spin when necessary if we need to
These niggas lyin' in they songs, I don't believe you
I got a bag, he got a bag, my niggas eat too
He got a pint, I got a pint, my niggas drink too
I heard it's snakes in the grass, we gotta weed through

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Anthony O'Neal Mathis, Carlos Fischer