Bitch I Came Prepared To Get It Going
I Got That Metal On Me
Fuckin On Me, Shawty She A DemonShe A Shinigami
Tommy Keep A Tommy
Trenches Down To A Catch Homi
Yea The Way The Glocky Blow
I Almost Thought It Was A Thotty

And The Blunt Afghani
10 Deep At Your Party
Whole Gang Makin Waves
Yea We Pouring Up Tsunamis
Catch Them Lacking In The Lobby
Like Tupac I Slide Like I Bobby
Do Them Dirty Like The Walking Dead
He Twitching Like A Zombie

Woah

I Can Not Stop Getting Money On The Low
Big Bag Chaser Everybody Too Slow
Make More Bread, More Money On Go
Big AR With A Thirty-six Scope

Give A Fuck Bout What They Said
So Imma Leave Them Lookin Dusty
They Been Fuckin With My Set
And All My Brothers Getting Hungry
Give A Fuck What You Been Thinking
I Am Something That You Can′t Be
I Just Tell Them I Can't Stop
Until I′m Rolling In A Bentley

Woah

You Already Know
Brodie Broke A Brick
Brown Paper How It Go
Do It For The Money And The Bitches On The Low
And He Ain't Get No Work Cause He A Bitch And He A Hoe

I Just Put In Work Cause Its The
Only Thing I Know
And You Ain't Really With It Keep
A Weapon Just For Show
Your Entire Sound A Joke
At Best A Copy Of A Clone
And We Ain′t Never Gonna Work
So Get The Fuck Out My Phone

Or I′m Charging For The Feature
Keep A Heater Under Bleachers
Puffin Smoke
Smoking Greener Then Khalifa
And Its Fucken Up My Throat
And My Choppa By The Meter
It's A Eater You A Ghost
Big Beefer 4 Seater
Everybody Want The Smoke

Woah

I Can Not Stop Getting Money On The Low
Big Bag Chaser Everybody Too Slow
Make More Bread, More Money On Go
Big Ar With A Thirty-six Scope

Say What I Want
I Want War
Death Will Never Hesitate To Take More
I Will Never Wait For Pain
I Lean Forwards
And If You Wanna Slide With Beef
I′m Still Raw

Bitch I Came Prepared To Get It Going
I Got That Metal On Me
Fuckin On Me, Shawty She A Demon
She A Shinigami
Tommy Keep A Tommy
Trenches Down To A Catch Homi
Yea The Way The Glocky Blow
I Almost Thought It Was A Thotty

And The Blunt Afghani
10 Deep At Your Party
Whole Gang Makin Waves
Yea We Pouring Up Tsunamis
Catch Them Lacking In The Lobby
Like Tupac I Slide Like I Bobby
Do Them Dirty Like The Walking Dead
He Twitching Like A Zombie

Puff On A Blunt Till I Hyperventilate
And Watch A Body Drop In The Ocean
These Rappers Deadweight

Load A .38 To Drop Thirty Nine
Like Its Heaven's Gate
And Demonstrate
A Quick 140 Toyota Getaway

Took A Step Back And Saw Bigger Pictures
I Could Make A Hundred, Thousand
A Million What′s The Difference
Can't Escape The Cookie Cutter
Monotony Of Existence
Imma Do The Same Old Shit
And Keep Breathing Till I Stop Living

Bought A .38 Just To Shoot It
Without A Purpose
Keep A Finger On The Trigger
I Hope I′m Making Them Nervous
Catch Him Lacking, Drop The Curtain
And Wrap His Head Like A Turban
Plug The Neighborhood With Gas
We Keeping It All Suburban

Imma Go Getter, A Shiny Brand New Beretta
My Pockets Could Get Bigger
My Wallet Could Get Thicker
The Dollars Could Come Quicker
Just Painting The Bigger Picture
A Blunt And A Fifth Of Liquor
I'm Gunning For Six Figures