text: Maybe theres a nat out here
  You said what?
  Oh my God, Ronny
  Look
  I got a bullet with somebodys name on it
  I get up on em, I dont need no aim on it
  Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
  Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
  Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
  Called up his bitch showed my dick let her lay on it
  Im in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
  I see a soda, Im pouring an eight on it
  I fucked that bitch at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
  I had that pack at the Westin, no Smithn tho
  He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
  I had his bitch in the back, what he didnt know
  I came a long way from bandos
  Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
  I walked up on a the craps game, what they hittin fo
  I keep the polish, Im not talkin steel toes
  I hit a seven And picked up The dinner roll 
  I get the bread then I fuck me a center fold
  Eyeball the purp like my name is Gorilla Zoe
  I’m from the place where the killers and sinners go
  I just cut the grass and seen the motherfucking snakes
  I took off my bandana and showed my fucking face
  Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ay
  Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe 
  I just told her, Maybe I mean what I said 
  I dont really play and I hope you think its shade
  I had to jot down the names to remember hoes
  When I come back with this K Ima kill a hoe 
  Thought I wasnt gettin no syrup
  I put my cum on her face but Im pitiful 
  I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
  All different flavors and all different flavor type of hoes
  All of them centerfolds 
  Look
  I got a bullet with somebodys name on it
  I get up on em, I dont need no aim on it
  Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
  Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
  Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
  Called up his bitch showed my dick let her lay on it
  Im in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
  I see a soda, Im pouring an eight on it
  Dont say RJ without mrLA on it
  Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
  You got a debt and somebody gon pay on it
  I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
  Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
  Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy
  I got a gun it got auto and spray on it
  I dont do lay away, I cannot pay on it
  Foot on they neck and I swear Ima stay on it
  Cant wait till greatness so they got to wait on it
  Niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
  I fuck on a granny, her hair and it got gray on it
  Catch it out back, Ima blow out her back
  These niggas too slimey and playin with a sack
  I got the stick, Im equipped
  YSL ballin like we won the ship
  These niggas some hoes, Ima go off the rip
  Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
  I sent her back there just to get some more hip
  Ass is so fat and its soft as a lip
  Gave her the D, now she lovin a Crip
  He wanna play, put his name on the tip
  Look
  I got a bullet with somebodys name on it
  I get up on em, I dont need no aim on it
  Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
  Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
  Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
  Called up his bitch showed my dick let her lay on it
  Im in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
  I see a soda, Im pourin an eight on it
  I fucked that bitch at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
  I had the pack at the Westin, no Smithn tho
  He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
  I had his bitch in the back, what he didnt know, hm
  I came a long way from bandos
  Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
  I walked up on the craps game, what it hittin fo?
  I keep em polish, Im not talkin steel toes