text: Yall niggas stop playin, nigga
  Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on
  Big 4L, big steppers
  Big footprints, pussy 
  Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
  Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 
  Okay, 21, okay, 21 
  Okay, 21 
  21, 21, 21
  Big 4L, Im a member 
  Leave an opp cold, like December 
  .45 on me, its a Kimber 
  AK knockin down trees, like timber
  Get your baby mama fore we bend her 
  Hit the windshield, not the fender 
  Givin out smoke my agenda 
  Throw the white flag, they surrender 
  All black tux, Im a businessman 
  Millionaire, still shakin killеrs hand 
  Take the plug off and the middlе man 
  Spray the whole block, I dont give a damn 
  Fuck a nigga bitch, Im a gentleman 
  21, your bitch know I been the man 
  Playin with the rock like Im Jigga man
  Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
  Glock in my lap, everywhere Im strapped
  Most these rappers cap, I aint givin dap
  Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
  Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
  Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
  Way too many steppers, I cant hold em back
  Body full of scars, face full of tats
  You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
  Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
  Money on your head, nigga, well come get it
  New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
  Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
  Keep it in the street, I aint doin no squealin
  I dont never put women in my business
  Full-time rapper, I aint doin no drillin
  Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep 
  17 breakin down a P 
  18 start sellin hard with Lil B
  Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
  Ridin down Glenwood, tank on E
  All about the money, I aint never smoke weed
  Cool young nigga, still take yo cheese 
  Not mine, this bitch for us 
  The gang is what I trust 
  Dont argue, we dont fuss 
  No talkin, he get touched 
  I cant smoke my opps 
  Cause all my opps is dust 
  He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk 
  Open your mouth when I bust 
  Suck me up slow, dont rush 
  Havin threesomes is a must 
  Hit it from the back and she cussed 
  I put his bitch in the Benz 
  She used to ride on the bus 
  I walk around with them thigh pads 
  But I aint got no yard rushed
  Glock in my lap, everywhere Im strapped
  Most these rappers cap, I aint givin dap
  Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
  Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
  Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
  Way too many steppers, I cant hold em back
  Body full of scars, face full of tats
  You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap