| Everybody hollin' Gates you need to watch your weight |
| I been standin' in the kitchen, guess I’m watchin' weight |
| People hollin' Gates you need to start workin' out |
| Sellin' work I’m on my grind, guess I’m workin' out |
| Everybody hollin' Gates you been gainin' weight |
| I just flipped from two to five, guess I’m gainin' weight |
| Girlfriends yellin' I need to be liftin' iron |
| Both my convictions was for pistols, stay be liftin' iron |
| Black ruger, white Panamera |
| Won’t fuck your wife in the right manner |
| I could lock the work with the arm and hammer |
| Trap girl she armed with hammers |
| Won’t walk the Ave unless on Canal |
| Hit the Iberville with like 20 bells |
| I’m a live nigga like Lonnie B, free Killer Stone and Lonnie B |
| Got Boobie Black and he ride with me? |
| Baby gangsta won’t pay to spank ya |
| Ice pick ya knees might break ya finger |
| This whip’s amazin', meant to say Caucasian |
| With a black abrasion like Carson daily |
| Car been waitin' I was just complaining |
| Bout Luca Brasi is fried, out his mind |
| Bread winners association |
| My jaws locked no combination |
| Got a hard-on in the hard top |
| Yo bitch whipping no conversation |
| Three baby mommas and a hood wife |
| I’m killing, brought the whole clique this year |
| Tear drops in my shit this year |
| Ain’t no pretending, your ho pretentious |
| I give the go, she a floating rivers |
| Get coke delivered don’t boast my nigga |
| My grandmother sell dope, remember? |
| Lil niggas in charge, my dick won’t even get hard |
| Less I snort a line of that boy |
| Bitch I’m south side that bottom |
| Bitch I’m Carolina that boy, I go hard |