Lyrics
I'm bussing grams on the plate
Tryna think of a master plan to get it out the way
This shit is easy, strap it on your main boo
Pull up with nothing but duffel bags when I'm in the coupe
I'm blowing on gorilla glue or gorilla piss
I think gladiator school really made me rich
Pure coke in the whip when I push up
50 Pounds on the plane, that's a pull-up
Couple hundred thou in perico
Gotta take another cruise just to Mexico
AR bust down, there he go
I just left New York with a bad lil bitch
I be all around the world in the hood like a carburetor
Bitch I'm getting money, I don't fuck with you haters
I be ducking these haters 'cause I be chasing my paper
Man I'm in it so deep, I pray the lord be my savior
Rock a mac in Decatur, I'm a warrior and raider
Athletic and a shark, a San Leandro crusader
Never been a ho saver, different floors and elevators
Always hella high but me no procrastinator
Different flavors and strains, I'm addicted to pain
Mind going insane but it's a part of the game
Look I don't know what you been told
Ask up them dice what they hitting for
I got my new lil bitch out in Jalisco
While you bitch ass niggas just keeping the score
I'm popping champagne, rest in peace to the fucking king
Banana clips on all of the things
I'm taking trips overseas and I'm sipping my lean
This bitch don't speak English but she giving me green
Andale, I need my shit properly
I check the most money even when I'm out the Bay
Stay the fuck out my business, I don't care with they image
Before my niggas hit the trap, man we going down with this
Look we hustle relentless, we smash whoever against us
I went from posted on blocks, running from cops and your fences
Now I'm serving them weight, filet mignon on my plate
And hell yeah I'm still hungry, even though I just ate
If the lock up is shake, we keep a stick in that gate
30 Rounds in that Glock, 100 rounds in the K