392

[Intro: VV$ KEN]

Freeband shit, Freeband shit (Yeah)

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Grrr)

Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man

You know we want bags, man

Swiper, no swiping

Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)

[Verse 1: VV$ KEN & Tory Lanez]

Hop in the Scat and I go (Vroom)

Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy

Twenty-two ridin' with Joe (Baow)

You hear a pop then that boy on the floor

I got my Glock in my lap, I'ma score

Lil' mama thick, I met her on the pole

Told all my niggas y'all better not fold

If anything, I'ma go and get the pole (Grrr)

Yeah, I'm a shooter, but don't gotta shoot it (Grrr)

I pay my lil' hitta to pull up and do it

Swear that's your ass if we get into it

I got lil' niggas ready to chew it

I got pieces, I'm ready, I'm swipey

You hollerin' 'bout action, so stop all that typin', ayy

I ain't got time for no tussle

I'ma just pull up and pop me a muscle

After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Nyoom)

392, it take off like a shuttle

Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up

Bitch, I'd be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)

Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order

If you send a bitch to come shop, I'ma short her

Ayy, I'ma spin your block like a CD

Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)

Gotta pay a lawyer, can't rock with no PD

Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)

Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty

Made about fifty-five bands off TD

Say he gon' rob me, ha, try, pussy

Fam (Blaow), he dyin', huh

Bake 'em (Fft), deep fry 'em (Psst, Yung Dza)

Go on, I'm slidin'

I gotta be up for the pick up

If I miss the drop time, I'ma go and stick up, ayy

'Cause I gotta go and get it

Crack's comin', gotta go and hit it, ayy

I gotta go and hit it, ayy

I gotta go and hit it, ayy

Yeah, ayy, yeah (Ayy, okay)

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

Soon as that Glock lock, hit him

I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended

Talkin' too hot, I'ma spin it

Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill' watch and a pendant

Shots keep flyin, who spinnin'?

Ain't nobody seen who did it

Trap house need new tenants

Hop in that Scat and they shootin' for Kenny like he a lieutenant

All of my opps I'm shootin'

That choppa be talkin' in fluent

Don't talk, I do it

Choppa erase his face

They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin', mm, damn

Niggas be tellin', I knew it

Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it

Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich that you niggas can't tell that I blew it, ayy

I'm slidin' in a Infinity

I just go skrrt and I skid in it

I don't give a fuck what bitch in it

I don't trust you if you fidgety

Hit the gas, cruise to infinity

Know I got opps that'll try

Know a nigga 'bout to drop with the car, so I gotta keep switchin' it, ayy

If I go to jail, I fuck the CO

Piss real dirty, fuck the PO

Down to the kilo, uh

Had a nigga play with my backend

Big yoppa that'll chop a nigga back in

Pink 30 and the MAC-10

That's lights, no camera but the action

Homie I go to mail with this

Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits

He was steppin' out the cell with drip

And all my niggas out of jail are rich

It's poppin'