Signature
[Intro]
(Who?)
(Me?)
Gangster baby, you know how im rockin' [?]
Whatcha' talkin' bout?

[Chorus]
Aye, I say
Pull up inna benz truck, stick up
FN, semi gun
Car fast, tinted up
Ride past, blick it up
Check the stats we really up
Bitch you not a city girl
Choppa signed uh signature

[Verse 1]
Aye
Imma black disciple nigga but I fuck wit the crips
Come up, head up, let it rip, shoot yo boo in his shit
Gotta lamp, not a pimp, but I break me a bitch
From the six, we the blicks, turna plus with them sticks
Nigga bullets, they'll stamp you, light yo top like uh candle
You can't turn to a example, body parts get dismantled
Woke up clappin' like uh sandal, pistol blow like a banjo
All these bitches they be ran threw, this shit here just uh sample
Bitches guns outside, so don't come outside
Get yo whole whip fired, nd' yo hoe hog-tied
Niggas lyin', we be slidin', let out slug shots fired
Playin' [west?], one of these niggas, he gon' talk though a wire
Nd' yo homie, he the police, he be wearin' the wire
Niggas turkey call him [?], tweak with us then you dyin', bitch
AR's spread uh symphony
Yo hoe wanna get to me
Light this bitch up, charismas tree
I needa bigger pistol, zing
[Chorus]
I said, Pull up inna benz truck, stick up
FN, semi gun
Car fast, tinted up
Ride past, blick it up
Check the stats we really up
Bitch you not a city girl
Choppa signed uh signature
I say, Pull up inna benz truck, stick up
FN, semi gun
Car fast, tinted up
Ride past, blick it up
Check the stats we really up
Bitch you not a city girl
Choppa signed uh signature

[Verse 2]
Whutcho livin' like nigga cuz im mutha fuckin' great?
Eatin' steak, gettin' cake, my bitch titties ain't fake
In her ass, we spend cash, rockys on me I sag
Sixty shots inside a drag, put yo bitch in a bag
Perky thirty make me lisp, im on tee with yo bitch
My plug handin' me them bricks, now im back talkin' shit
Yo girl still be on my dick, I don't know she exists
Make yo wife get me a kiss, while I fondle her tits
Bitch im rockin' all this ice, hit hard like Jimbo Slice
Forty-thousand, shootin' dice, we the men they the mice
Too precise, let off twice, in they head like some lice
We ain't right, toten pipes, we at traffic late nights
If my baby mama tweakin', imma sign off my rights
Beef at night, fuck uh flight, my trap jumpin' like Mike
Yo bitch say she come at nova, I text back "Ight"
Imma dog, you a hoe, got my mutha fuckin' bite, bitch
[Chorus]
I said, Pull up inna benz truck, stick up
FN, semi gun
Car fast, tinted up
Ride past, blick it up
Check the stats we really up
Bitch you not a city girl
Choppa signed uh signature
I say, Pull up inna benz truck, stick up
FN, semi gun
Car fast, tinted up
Ride past, blick it up
Check the stats we really up
Bitch you not a city girl
Choppa signed uh signature

[Outro]
(Who?)
(Me?)