| I ain’t throwing up no hood |
| Bitch I’m straight up out the woods |
| Stepping, wish you would |
| Had to smoke 'em like a wood |
| You get wrapped up, motherfuck backup |
| You get dropped before the shore |
| Only one reason, number one being |
| I ain’t ever trust your motive |
| Motor blowing, doja rolling |
| Please don’t tempt me another day |
| Watch 'em pour up, till they throw up |
| Crack up a smile all in they face |
| I stay gleaming, steady scheming |
| Heavy they focus on my bank |
| Grip the steamer, sugar beamer if they think this shit is sweet |
| I pull off like twisted metal |
| Heavy pedal to the floor |
| .38 it never change, it never ask, they’ll never know |
| Some hop out the van, whip out the cannon |
| And they let it scream |
| Me I like the dark, so I’m in your room |
| Watching you while you dream |
| Get your act together ('gether) |
| Get your act together ('gether) |
| Tippy toe, like when I’m creeping for the cheddar, cheddar |
| Get your act together ('gether) |
| Get your act together ('gether) |
| pimp, proficient in any weather (weather) |