text: Danny Wolf
  Oh my God, Ronny
  Cut it up
  Chopper on me and you know that bitch folded
  Pistol on me and you know that bitch loaded
  Living my life just like everything golden
  When I say that, Im talking bout the Rollie
  Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him slowly
  Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
  Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
  Know Im a Vlone thug, bitch, Im so lonely
  Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
  Water ring look like Voss
  Fuck her once, break her heart
  Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
  Had the swag from the start, had the shit in my car
  Duck, I aim with the Moss
  Berg, so cold that my watch made me cough
  I aint never took a loss, keep it a hundred, of course
  I pulled out that Lamb, no Honda Accord
  Ill fuck your bitch and then Ill hit record
  I took the Xan and then Ill hit the snore
  Walk on the dead, bitch, I trip on the corpse
  Counting the bands, but yall mentioning Forbes
  It felt like just yesterday, I was poor
  Wake up, Im swagging in Christian Dior
  Im dressing like I was Zoboomafoo
  Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
  Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
  Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through
  Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
  Good aim when shooting, Im hunting you
  Caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
  All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
  Im smoking that platinum cookies, thats the best
  I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech
  Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
  Talking that gangsta shit, no, you aint bout that Hoodrich
  I keep the strap in my Louie bag
  Fuck on your bitch, give her back, Im through with that
  Filthy rich like the sewer, dont hang with no rats
  Designer my fashion, Im still sipping Act
  I got them cookies, they fresh out the oven
  Juuging and packing, Im making shit double
  Four in the 20, I like my shit muddy
  Fuck on that ho, then I call up her buddy
  Rich nigga status, I keep the strap on me
  My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony
  My young niggas murking, they scared to be opponents
  Talking that fuck shit, we pulling right up on it
  That pint dont come sealed, nigga, I dont want it
  I trap out the bando, nigga, like its haunted
  HoodWolf, leave me with the dragon in the dungeon
  I still serve a nigga a bale of the onions
  Better go ask your bitch, Ive been getting money
  Real Candler Road nigga, used to serve Sonya
  I gotta meet the plug way out in Conyers
  I got the paper like folder dividers
  Buy the work, no cosigners
  Real street nigga, I aint taking no dummies
  Cant get it the way we trying, nigga, youll die
  I can seen a nigga acting like me, stop lying
  Im Pablo the Plug, you aint sold a dime
  Im in the concrete jungle with the lions
  I need the pints, nigga, I dont buy lines
  When I get bricks, yeah, Im paying for mine
  360 ring, why the fuck would I sign?
  Im dressing like I was Zoboomafoo
  Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
  Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
  Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through
  Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
  Good aim when shooting, Im hunting you
  Caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
  All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
  Im smoking that platinum cookies, thats the best
  I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech
  Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
  Talking that gangsta shit, no, you aint bout that Hoodrich
  I keep the strap in my Louie bag
  Fuck on your bitch, give her back, Im through with that
  Filthy rich like the sewer, dont hang with no rats
  Designer my fashion, Im still sipping Act