[Intro]

Man, that fuck nigga do somethin', man

That nigga just moved in (Zaytoven) and got all that traffic comin' in and out of that motherfucker, man

He doin' somethin' (Trauma Tone) and I can't put my flinger on it

[Chorus]

Niggas walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags

I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a nigga in a Prada mask

Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass

I can't fall for none of these hoes, nigga, nice guys finish last

Shit get greasy on my side, nigga, quit talkin', come outside

Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive

We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins

Exhale good 'za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets

[Verse]

Ask my girl how much I shoot, taught my kids to do it too

Go ask Roc how many sticks I bought, that nigga seen the proof

All my cribs is modern, all my bitches pretty as hell, nigga

All my cars is foreign and them bitches fast as hell, nigga

I turn street nigga to victims, lay shit down, nigga, I'm the victor

Every day I dodge the system, my young Oakland nigga bippin'

My young bitch be flippin' houses, I fuck doctors and accountants

I know growers in the mountains, I'm too big to sell you ounces

I'm too big to sell you sevens, some of my nigga done lost they soul

They too evil to go to Heaven, I just modified this cutter

Watch me work this MAC-11, rich-ass plug, my floor is marble

I got packs and wooden parcels, so many Ps, my play startled

Bae, don't talk too much, I'm high, niggas ain't eatin', they phones dry

Used to take change to Coinstar, now I got like eight cars

Damn, lil' bae, you look scrumptious, 12 hit the lights, we take off buttons

Nigga, I drink on Tris and Wock', I don't sip on tea and crumpets

All my ex-hoes still want me, all my ex-girls stay in sample

Nigga, come play with my herd, he gon' get his bitch ass trample

I know smackers on Panola, I know smackers in Stone Mountain

My partner dropped them racks off yesterday, and, nigga, I'm still countin', let's go

[Bridge]

Man, hold up, come here, come here, look at this shit

Man, this nigga got Lambs, TRXs, and Jailbreaks

Nigga, Mercedes trucks pullin' up, man

Nigga leavin' up out that bitch with Duffel, bookbags

Man, that fuck nigga got somethin' goin' on, I'm tellin' you, man

I know a trap nigga when I see one, man

A nigga can't fool me

Where that nigga say he was from?

Oh, Decatur? He from the Eastside?

I bet that nigga got low numbers on them bitches

Where them niggas pullin' up?

Man, that nigga numbers gots to be low

[Chorus]

Niggas walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags

I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a nigga in a Prada mask

Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass

I can't fall for none of these hoes, nigga, nice guys finish last

Shit get greasy on my side, nigga, quit talkin', come outside

Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive

We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins

Exhale good 'za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets