I'ma draw down on you and your partner so perfect, you gon' think this * will hurt I can speed the verse, but can't handle the repercussions AK clips are russian, blood is russian, cold ass swiss accounts, so you know my corks are tuscan, candy rough skin, n***a on my belt, black cush weed, n***a put it in the L Black mink cover up the liver on trails, chinchilla cover up my bitches over there West side, I can make a killin' over there, east side, I can't count without Slim Sporty on deck, can't kill him without him, three crazy, front pocket on bill Kickin' my *, jet coolin', bout to smoke another, oh Kickin' my feet up, young n***a cheato, probably rollin' with your hoe All these folks got something to say about where I be and where I go I heard n***a was lookin' for me, pussy n***a here I go And I go back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back And I go back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back And I go back, back, back, back, back, back, back And I go back, back, back, back, back, back, back Prowler with your bitch, big black, can't fit up in the C On the whole block, get you two poppers out Funded whole band, made the AP glitch She don't wanna * me, she wanna * my wrist Turn up like Young Joe, * dat bitch Bought a 357, went back to the neighborhood, bug dat bitch Your nigga better go on with the bus and * I sent 50 then empty out another clip I'm west side ridin', my hoops still On the phone, see I want my lil' cousin here I'm on the south side right now Hatin' in the whip with some dope and some tools Hey my nigga, we so deep, so don't even if it ain't on me I'm strapped like a fool I know niggas that couldn't work, bitch I ride with bricks like it's no risk Buddy, yeah, he caught too fast On some motherfuckin' four, I guess Some of these niggas say that G ain't dissin' pussy to me Ten years in the game, still a rookie to me You don't like what I'm sayin'? Hell me is who you think right now, nigga You ain't got a look for me Kickin' my *, jet coolin' Bout to smoke another, oh Kickin' my feet up, young nigga, cheeto Proudly rollin' with your hoe Now all these folk got somethin' to say About where I be and where I go I heard niggas were lookin' for me Pussy nigga, here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Pussy nigga, here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Pussy nigga, here I go I'm made for this Steak and lobster, my table's this Been kickin' this flavor * No LaCoste, but this Gator, bitch Troy is my brother from another mother We made the clip And me and Slim from Decatur trip * with us, get your tater split I spit rhymes like I'm 6ix9ine in my Cadence These pricks tryin' to depict lines Clique tryin' to portray this * Bitch, I'm big time, don't play with this I got six nines when I click mine Your whole clique dyin' Arcadia, yeah We the 300, nigga If you want the ho, you better come and get her It's pimpin' here, I ain't no babysitter I got 30 shoes with Gator in them Pussy niggas so lame, go out there for the limelight * what you heard Then chop and get a motherfucker mind right Now I'm kickin' my *, jet cool And bout to smoke another ho Kickin' my feet up, young nigga, G-Dog Proudly rollin' with your ho Now all these folk got somethin' to say About where I be and where I go I heard niggas were lookin' for me Pussy nigga, here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Here I go Pussy nigga, here I go Used to be swingin' on the track like a lumberjack I'm doper than a drum full of crack I get it poppin' like a lightning bolt Yeah, motherfucker, I got my thunder back My looks made your sister wanna ride the dick My beats made your brother wanna bow to rap My smoke song made your daddy wanna roll a blunt And mama hollered, ain't nobody got time for that Turned from a human to a wolf on a song Raw, raw, raw, raw, raw Bitch, I ripped these shows, you can ask these hoes They be standin' in the front row screamin' We want more I was at it for an hour, she couldn't catch a ripple still She want more After the show, I handed my motherfuckin' pen to me I said more T.I. sent me a song He said, OG, make that bitch He said it real familiar and it was real familiar So I lit up that hood, that bitch Give a *, that was a Give a *, some a dick Give a damn, here I am You lookin' for me, bitch