text: Yeah, bitch
  I’ma thoed ass, blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
  Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
  Rich muhfucka, wit no class
  Bitch I’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there
  Bitch you talkin grams, I be smokin’ O’s, yeah
  Hotbox whip, I don’t need the Ozium
  I ain’t hiding my shit, I’m a fuckin grown man
  If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh
  I’m still smoking my Blu Cantrell
  Yeah, I might fuck around and blow a zip
  Have both my lungs like oh shit
  I’ma show them how a Cleveland muhfucka do
  Bitch, went straight to the league from the public school
  Shit, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress
  Hmmm, so I told the bitch work, go topless
  Church, I’m a muhfuckin asshole
  Tattooed to the sandals, fuck a bitch while I stand though
  Burn a little wax, no candle
  I’m buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
  They know I never try to hide like Camo
  We in the mothafuckin field like Rambo
  And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
  And drive that mothafucka straight to a bando
  24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk
  Ay, I’m 25 gotta get turnt, I’m a young rockstar like Lil’ Kurt
  Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s Friday, no Big Worm
  30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, bitch
  I been around like a merry-go
  I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal
  I ain’t tryna hear no, not gon fear no
  We ain’t really have to tell cause niggas still tellin on
  Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O!
  I don’t know ya, EST, I’m a soldier
  All we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh
  Master my P’s so cut the head off a cobra
  I’m in tip-top shape, yup
  If I want it, I could get ya taste girl
  Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup
  Everything about me going way up
  I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot
  Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
  I’m a G wit it, OD wit it, nigga if we talkin money then you know we get it
  Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I’m seeing that
  And me, I’m eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket yeah
  Bitch don’t get it twisted, I been poppin on the low
  I’m underground wit it, nigga you ain’t got a clue
  I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
  And you can dig up Bishop if you ever want the truth
  Young nigga got
  Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
  Blowed ass, dick in the throat ass
  Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
  Rich muhfucka, rich muhfucka
  I am from the land till I D-I-E
  If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
  And a big bag of that OG
  Price so low you would swear I wit the police
  If she come wit me, she ain’t comin back
  Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack
  Run up on me if you want I’ll tell you to, I’ll run it back
  I wonder can he handle that, naw he can’t handle that
  I got 10 freaky bitches tryna lick a nigga nuts
  100 crooked cops tryna get a nigga luck
  God bless the track niggas
  I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it
  Like I’m up at Saks wit it
  Young Kyrie with the shot
  Young Don Juan, what you thought?
  Take her up top, then I let her drop
  I’ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball