Know what I'm saying
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who, what, when and why
I'm alive, just took one to revive
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
Know she keep an open mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need more ties, yeah
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the drop, yes
In the headrest one of 25, yes
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was 'Mo Bamba' on repeat
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me
I could bag up some hoes
Had to count up the fours
Had to count up the Os
Had to summon the hoes
Dodge the federal
I rolled through the light
Rollin' the dice
Rock on my ice
Poppin' that Gucci
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy
That bitch brown and choosey
Shawty
Brand new LaFerrari , my bitch ride iconic
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
Was born in the movie
Never make excuses
It was time to move it
It was God and the uzi
We were trained to use it
They was train to use it
Shoot you like Cupid
Hit your medulla, yeah
Shoot at, shoot at intruders
Then shoot your producer
This shit for the gang, get banged and fuck on the group, she a groupie
Love her when she choosey, hmm
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm
Pull up with the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried