[Intro]

(DaVinci)

Yeah

Shoutout the whole Oakland City, man

You know what I'm saying? The whole 4PF

Know what I'm saying? I put this up

Yeah

[Verse]

Shoutout my label, that's me

I'm in this bitch with TB

I'm in this bitch with 4 Trey

I just poured up me an eight

Real nigga all in my face

Five hundred racks in my safe

Five hundred racks to the plug

What you know 'bout showin' love?

What you know 'bout pullin' up in Bentley trucks?

Make these bitches fall in love

All of my niggas on go

None of my niggas no ho

All of my niggas want smoke

All of my niggas together

We came from the bottom, we used to wear each other's clothes

None of my niggas gon' fold

Couple pussy niggas told

They ain't my niggas no more

Hold it down for the four

In the nine with the woes

Marlo my dawg, that's for sure

We won't fall out about shit

'Specially not 'bout no bitch

We ain't gon' fall out 'bout hoes

Me and Ced get them loads

We let 'em go for the low

I got my hood in control

I got my left wrist on froze

I got my right wrist on froze

I got my necklace on froze

Both of my ears on froze

I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple

If she won't fuck, I won't make her

I don't like bitches with makeup

If she want titties, I pay for 'em

Get outta that when I wake up

I pass the ball, I don't layup

I'm a big boss, I got say so

They'll wipe you down if I say so

Dracos on Dracos on Dracos on Dracos

40s on 40s on 40s

I just bought me some new water

Wetter than Katrina, shoutout New Orleans

I made a promise my niggas gon' ball

Hard in the paint, change my name to John Wall

Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall

Find a new plug then we takin' em all

Pull up in a brand new Benz truck

Hop out fresher than a menthol

Lil' nigga, but I'm big, dawg

All I gotta make is one call

Get a nigga block, took off

Cross a nigga up, Hot Sauce

Ooh, I got 'em mad, my fault

Talkin' 'bout the shit that I bought

Poppin' these Percs, I done turned to a savage

Hundred racks stuffed in the mattress

Hundred racks stuffed in the attic

Hundred racks stuffed in the sofa

These niggas play gangster, but they won't approach me

I know they never approach me

They know that they'll catch a bullet

I rock the gang to the fullest

I run with some real ones, don't hang with no pussies

I ain't no killer, don't push me

I see how you niggas be lurkin'

I hope you don't think you no bully

I'm livin' the life, I should star in a movie

Ridin' in a Vert with an Uzi

12 get behind me, I lose 'em

They tryna guess what I'm doin'

They tryna guess who I'm screwin'

That ain't even they business

They ain't wanna fuck with me

Now they see a nigga drippin'

Now they wanna fuck with me

They can't get in touch with me

Hardly ever in the city

They just know I'm gettin' bigger

They just know a nigga busy

I been runnin' up them digits

[Outro]

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