(Yung Lan on the track)
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
Thirty round by me you can figure it out (blrrrd)
I think I got niggas figured out (yeah, yeah)
Blrrrd, CMO, blrrrd

We certified, that thang around me, I got this shit figured out
Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout
I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground
I'm Mr. Get On Side Your Car And Let The Whole Sixty Clip Out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put shit in the cloud
Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' yo' ho go down
We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some', then don't come around

See somethin' we want, gotta get ape, all we know it's murder and take
Be damned I let you blow my mission, I'ma just go to the face
BSG don't lock that backdoor, get introduced to the snake
Wop back with me, he beat a shh, Hank and then Foo still on the way

We certified, that thang around me, I got this shit figured out
Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout
I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground
I'm Mr. Get On Side Your Car And Let The Whole Sixty Clip Out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put shit in the cloud
Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' yo' ho go down
We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some', then don't come around

If he play, we might roll up and smoke him like a Backwood stalk
'Cause it gets shady and get shiesty when you come from out that South
I'm a slimy ass young nigga, mama said, "Boy, watch your mouth"
And I get grimy 'bout that cash, the plug better not say, "It's a drought"
He not ho and I ain't one neither
It get cold, I keep that heater
223's, Glock Ninas, FNs, call her Fina
When I'm goin' through some things, I get a hot head, yeah, a fever
When I wanna numb the pain I pour a eight inside a liter, yeah
Break it down, add me up, come and see what I'm worth
I'm known all around, what you think they pay me for a verse?
Disrespect my name, I try my best to put 'em in the dirt
We ain't stuntin' none of these lezzies, we hittin' pussies where it hurt

We certified, that thang around me, I got this shit figured out
Put R.I.P. in front they gang for runnin' they mouth, chasin' clout
I caught that bitch and kept on squeezin', way after he hit the ground
I'm Mr. Get On Side Your Car And Let The Whole Sixty Clip Out
Ain't goin' back and forth with no rapper, I put shit in the cloud
Man, Tee Da P know that I'm tired and miss 'em, can't even keep a smile
Mixed the dead opps with the Baccarat, for sho' yo' ho go down
We slimin' shit out, this our summer, got some', then don't come around

Blrrrd, blrrrd
(James about that check, boy)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): James Maddocks, Lontrell D. Williams, Malita Rice, Milan Modi, Sergio Kitchens