Текст пісні
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Throw it up, yeah, throw it up, yeah (on fye)
Yeah, throw it up (on God)
Hol' up, yo, yo
Okay, got drones, yeah, we pull up a gun, yeah
Talk 'bout my gang, we stun ya
Some of them know you the one, yeah
Boy, check up, oh, the figure 'round glizzy, nigga not on shit
I'll drop your load, you come to my city (you come to my city)
We got them blickies
You say you want smoke, nigga, let's hit it
He finna rock out, he got that fleekie
Drum on that bitch, she look like some titties
And we got switches, but we not hittin' it
Don't give a fuck about none of them bitches
That nigga broke as fuck, he havin' pennies, yeah
We havin' nothing but millions, stackin' this shit up into a billion
I'm talkin' 'bout a billion dollars
Yo, now I'm just a rapper, but niggas back in the day all rob
Yo, pussy boy think he a problem, my young nigga pull up and solve it
Gang, all of my niggas are fye, they got Drac', niggas like Rostrum (ay)
And they pop my son up right to Boston
Okay, got drones, yeah, we pull up a gun, yeah
Talk 'bout my gang, we stun ya
Some of them know you the one, yeah
Boy, check up, oh, the figure 'round glizzy, nigga not on shit
I'll drop your load, you come to my city (you come to my city)