[Intro]
(1mtha1 knockin')
[Verse 1: Spank Nitti James]
Would've swooped her, she ain't just got a shape, she got dimples
With a shooter, he ain't just got a J, he got dribbles
Trap spot got everything, we got drank, we got Skittles
We got yay, we got windows, all breakdowns and swivels
Last nigga misbehaved lost his chain and got riddled
They know how the gang came, we gave fades and popped pistols
It'll be teddy bears and flowers, decorate the hospital
They don't want us to pull up over there and make they block wiggle
[Verse 2: YMS Jay]
We gon' make they block wiggle, tryna make her ass jiggle
She a bad bitch, but she still stuck up on her last pickle
I ain't average, the hottest nigga troopin' in the set
Living reck', when she find out I'm a shotta, she get wet
And I'm a problem, I promote the violence, peerin' out a view
All the drama, I'm at Maggiano's pickin' out the suit
I'm in the trenches gettin' freaky bitches off of Greedy coupe
And when you ask about him, they gon' say, "That young nigga the truth"
[Verse 3: John Mackk]
Used to love squeezin' guns, it was a fetish
Used to hover out the window with a weapon
Big sweet, turn a bitch to diabetic
I don't care if she was cold as a bitch, I wouldn't sweat her
Lil' brodie crazy, he been really movin' reckless
He did a drill and left his hammer at his granny's
Told lil' brodie start a frat 'cause he been steppin'
And he better keep his pole 'cause outside, they tryna catch him
[Verse 4: 03 Greedo]
Ayy, mini AR-15, what the fuck you mean? (Ayy, ayy)
This ain't no infrared beam, this bitch money green
I had to turtle shell the coupe 'cause pussy niggas scheme (Woah, woah)
You got a pint of Wock' on you, okay, you sellin' dreams (Sellin' dreams, yeah)
Jay-Z made the Blueprint, guess I made the purple manuscript (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
First you buy the coupe, you bulletproof it, put a stash in it (Woah, on the scene, yeah)
Every day, my niggas tryna pass, I guess we passionate (Woah)
Won't take her to McDonald's, but was always tryna mack a bitch (103, yeah)
[Verse 5: Buddy]
Ayy, ayy, uh, I'm at Little Tokyo table tennis
Eatin' raw coochie like it's sushi my favorite dinner
Made nigga, paid nigga, fuck bein' famous, nigga
I did everything I said, they can't say I didn't
Pop up out the woodwork, know I got that good work
She want that white, she gotta pull up to the hood first
Off that black Betty, got a nigga 'bout ready
Ask Guap', ask Bris, and you can ask that nigga Seddy, uh
[Verse 6: Guapdad 4000]
Bitch, I'm cool as fuck, way I move the truck, I need a CDL
Stupid shit, I get a lil' goofy bitch a BBL
Kenan, Kel, way I flip the beat, make a smashburger
Had to program at LA County for the last burner
Had the stash money, cash money, I'm the hottest out
Bitches bring me Chrome Hearts hoodies I forgot about
Drunk in Tijuana, countin' six thousand pesos
Eatin' chicken wings, then I'm back to San Diego
[Verse 7: Kalan.FrFr]
Yeah, gaslight my bitch
Green light a pussy-ass nigga, he a bitch
Ayy, and bitches talkin' 'bout me like I care, he a trick
Ayy, bitch, stop talkin' to me like I care, eat the dick
It ain't fair, bitch, I'm rich
He a Blood, he a Crip, he a pimp, no, he not
She a skank and I love it, I ain't shit, she a thot
Got Margiela head to toe, bitch, check the 'fit
If I tell your bitch, "Come on," she gon' get hit, yeah
[Verse 8: Wallie the Sensei]
She came with you, I'm still on her
She see me, she a goner
I'm in Arizona, two tall bitches, they wanna bone
You ain't know your bitch a rat? If it quack, it's a duck
All black in the truck, hoodied up, strap tucked
Yeah, I'm a young old nigga, might rock me a Kangol
My new Mexican bitch pussy taste like a mango
Do the dash, 107 down the Brims like I'm Lay Low
Niggas fake hate a nigga 'cause I'm goin' where they can't go
