[Intro]
Man, that fuck n***a do somethin', man
That n***a just moved in (Zaytoven) and got all that traffic comin' in and out of that motherfucker, man
He doin' somethin' (Trauma Tone) and I can't put my flinger on it

[Chorus]
N***as walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags
I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a n***a in a Prada mask
Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass
I can't fall for none of these hoes, n***a, nice guys finish last
Shit get greasy on my side, n***a, quit talkin', come outside
Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive
We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins
Exhale good 'za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets

[Verse]
Ask my girl how much I shoot, taught my kids to do it too
Go ask Roc how many sticks I bought, that n***a seen the proof
All my cribs is modern, all my bitches pretty as hell, n***a
All my cars is foreign and them bitches fast as hell, n***a
I turn street n***a to victims, lay shit down, n***a, I'm the victor
Every day I dodge the system, my young Oakland n***a bippin'
My young bitch be flippin' houses, I fuck doctors and accountants
I know growers in the mountains, I'm too big to sell you ounces
I'm too big to sell you sevens, some of my n***a done lost they soul
They too evil to go to Heaven, I just modified this cutter
Watch me work this MAC-11, rich-ass plug, my floor is marble
I got packs and wooden parcels, so many Ps, my play startled
Bae, don't talk too much, I'm high, n***as ain't eatin', they phones dry
Used to take change to Coinstar, now I got like eight cars
Damn, lil' bae, you look scrumptious, 12 hit the lights, we take off buttons
N***a, I drink on Tris and Wock', I don't sip on tea and crumpets
All my ex-hoes still want me, all my ex-girls stay in sample
N***a, come play with my herd, he gon' get his bitch ass trample
I know smackers on Panola, I know smackers in Stone Mountain
My partner dropped them racks off yesterday, and, n***a, I'm still countin', let's go
[Bridge]
Man, hold up, come here, come here, look at this shit
Man, this n***a got Lambs, TRXs, and Jailbreaks
N***a, Mercedes trucks pullin' up, man
N***a leavin' up out that bitch with Duffel, bookbags
Man, that fuck n***a got somethin' goin' on, I'm tellin' you, man
I know a trap n***a when I see one, man
A n***a can't fool me
Where that n***a say he was from?
Oh, Decatur? He from the Eastside?
I bet that n***a got low numbers on them bitches
Where them n***as pullin' up?
Man, that n***a numbers gots to be low

[Chorus]
N***as walkin' in my spot, leavin' out with grocery bags
I buy my hoes Bottega bags, rob a n***a in a Prada mask
Come here, baby, your fine ass, come here, baby, your sexy ass
I can't fall for none of these hoes, n***a, nice guys finish last
Shit get greasy on my side, n***a, quit talkin', come outside
Used to fight at Golden Glide, trap spot on Memorial Drive
We put weed in cereal boxes, we put opps in wooden coffins
Exhale good 'za out our nostrils, we put diamonds in our goblets