Y'all stop, man Beat 4WD up, beat Stubblez, beat Footprintz Okay, tune away, okay, tune away, okay, tune away, tune away, tune away, tune away Beat 4WD, I'm a member, yeah Leave an art call like December, what? 4-5 on me, it's a Kimber, what? AK knockin' down trees like Timber Get your baby mama before we bender, 21 Hit the windshield, not the fender, 21 Give me that smoke, my agenda, 21 Throw the white flag, they surrender All black tux, I'm a business man Me and I still takin' killers hands, woah Take the plug off in the middle, man, woah Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn, woah F*** a n***a, b***h, I'm a gentleman, 21 21, you b***h, know I been a man, 21 Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga Man Gotta look in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, every while I'm sprout Most these rappers count, I ain't givin' doubt Glenwood to the flat, used to rob the trap Money top, shat, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese racks, we get rodents whacked Way too many stuppers, I can't hold em back Body full of scars, face full of tacks You pray on your knees, I pray to my sprout Say you won't smoke, but the fight come with it Money on your head, we'll come get it New Caltech, put a Hun done in it Parmesan sweet, throw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't ever put women in my business Full-time rap, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make an M in my sleep Straight up, sound team breakin' out a P On God, 18, start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollars, three-five a whip from D Riding down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young n***a, still take your cheese Not mine, this bitch for us The gang is what I trust Don't argue, we don't fuss No talkin', he get touched I can't 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, don't rush Havin' three sons is a must Hit her from the back and she cuss I put his n***a in a Benz She used to ride on the bus I walk around with a thigh pad But I ain't got no yard rack Lost in my lap Every walk, I'm strapped Most these rappers count I ain't givin' doubt Glenwood to the flat Used to robbin', trout Money, top, shack Chopper bullets, splat Turkey, cheese, racks We get rodents, whack Way too many stumpers I can't hold em' back Body full of scars Face full of tat You pray on your knees I pray to my screw