I'll help you, alright? Hit me! Hit me! Yung Heffy Homes Million if they call me in the spot I got ton of vision My lord here to bust another cop Hit you with precision Girl, I'm not dissin' it like the cops So I open less than 30 shots I'm bustin' at the top Ain't no way I'm missin' All my niggas droppin' givin' money Let that gizzy out Move my dog to LA on the run He let that 50 out Go and give him money Fuck them bitches, what you livin' for? Money makin' heffy But I'll slime y'all like I'm Poe I won't take your bitch But y'all got shit, think I'm cooler I don't fuck with bitches Niggas, every nigga around me shoot us I rob a nigga for a hundred, take it to the jeweler Bitch, this a Richard Mille We don't rock no Frank Miller I fuck with niggas a little But I don't bring a wild state I'm too big for my hood But I'll still be there every day Sometimes I gotta go slide Just to love my own place They think that I'm a rapper I'll take their ass away I be with them choppers, bitch Send they ass them packages Got a bitch who black and rich I think she Immaculate These niggas be toppin' in They be on some coppin' shit Got my Glock glued to my hip I don't do no lockin', bitch Million if they call me in the spot I got a ton of views My lil' hitter bustin' up the cop Hit you with the whip Girl, I don't have to send it left to God So I hope you listen Thirty shots, I'm bustin' at the top Ain't no way I'm missin' All my niggas droppin', givin' money Let that Gizzy out Move my dog to LA on the run He let that 50 out Go and give him money Fuck them bitches, what you livin' for? Money makin' heavy But I tell me I don't like how it flow Switch on my Glock They know how we rock I ain't got no opps All they ass pop They say they gon' spend I know that they not Fill them up with hollows He said they was hot Double back again When done, we finna smack his friend Rock out with my twins Speak on my brother, yo shit get splat again 4L to the end What they rhymin' in? I think of Benz Broad day we spend Jump in the box and we goin' in the wind Everybody act like they got milk Shit, we got revenge I don't never walk inside no church Cause I'm committin' sins Keep on talkin', we gon' make a frown Up out of that grin Bitch-ass opp won't even get on live He got shot in his chin Fittin' if they comin' in the spot I got a ton of bitches My lil' hitter bustin' up the cop Hit you with the sick Friend, I don't have to send it left to God So I hope you listen 30 shots, I'm bustin' at the top Ain't no way I'm missin' All my niggas droppin', givin' money Let that Gizzy out Move my dog to LA on the run You ain't givin' money for them bitches What you livin' for? Money makin' heavy But I slam you out like I'm cold