[Hook]
I'm on Largo road, n***a right there
Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there
You can look but baby please do not stare
Got them fishes like a motherfucking bear
Get more ass than a motherfucking chair
Since a kid, been a motherfucking player
Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer

[Verse 1]
Largo road, turned that shit to Decatur
Come out the cut, just like a cicada
My choppa bakery yeah I got them flavors
Learned young that you can't do no favors
It's crazy cause your main bitch is my favorite
Good pussy but no I cannot save it
Allah is the only one that I'm praising
In the psych ward, hell yeah a n***a crazy
I was really on them jail yards with the murderers and the prisoners
If you talking bout them real n***as, then I swear to God you gotta mention us
My bitch said "Q da fool boy you gotta stop smoking on that angel dust"
And I don't really fuck with no n***a but Smith and Wesson hell yea I trust
No snitching, no statements, no lectures
I smell pussy, hell yeah I'm bout to press him
That draco, that's my pretty bitch, I'm bout to dress her
In the trap, all we got is stoves, pots and them dressers
Bitch I'm known to bring that pressure, I can't tote it if it ain't extra
I'm talking green grits and cheddar
Dropped out, trap taught me how to measure
[Hook]
I'm on Largo road, n***a right there
Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there
You can look but baby please do not stare
Got them fishes like a motherfucking bear
Get more ass than a motherfucking chair
Since a kid, been a motherfucking player
Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer

[Verse 2]
If he faking n***a point him out
Talk about guns, bitch I bring em out
You talking too much, n***a watch your mouth
If he got the bricks, I'm bout to watch his house
Still can't believe I trusted a mouse
But when I found out, that n***a dotted out
He bout to spend a payment, n***a I doubt
Dirty guns got that shit from the south
Go Go I make them 223's bounce
It's crazy what a n***a did off a ounce
I want every dollar n***a I swear that shit counts
Start catching bodies, then I learned how to count
If I got the trap, I swear that I don't need shit
Brown shit inside the bottle, n***a that ain't Brisk
Not a key, not a pitcher, but I got a wrist
Broad day light fuck it man let's take a risk
Chain eight bricks, step on that work n***a A-town shit
Beat a murder charge, cross that shit off my list
Bust down the brick, then I bust down my wrist
Being sneaky made a young n***a rich
Go to H Town, guess his ass took a trip
Two fingers in the air, make that shit twist
Rich shooter but that boy never miss
[Hook]
I'm on Largo road, n***a right there
Don't pull up on the strip, meet me right there
You can look but baby please do not stare
Got them fishes like a motherfucking bear
Get more ass than a motherfucking chair
Since a kid, been a motherfucking player
Load my Glock, then I say me a prayer