(Yeah Uh Uh turnt in the Stu)

(Turn me up I’m in booth)

Uh Uh we bout to get loose

(ZellDaNewWave on da tracks)

Go Uh

(Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go)

[Hook]

I ain’t come here to play with you n***** I get in that mode then we get on yo’ a**

Fell in love Designer got B-aga shoes, Hollon b**** let me put on the stacks

Rock Chrome Heart imma cold heart n**** I don’t do relation just give me that kat

F*** n**** speak on me and you gon’ die I could merch it

Drop a bag mayne that’s 50 in cash

We want the smoke, Ain’t ducking Three-Twelve carry 50’s and switches they all got a mag

Let me know b**** we be strapped with them blickys gon’ spray yo’ b**** a** like you put on some Axe

F*** once I ain’t f*** the b**** twice she say you the man let me throw on some slacks

The hood full of OG’s, And they stay blicked up, You know this that OG gas

[Verse]

Mayne im to d*** high n**** pass me the kooda I hit that h** now I’m relaxed

I’m in the Stu’ with my members, they turn me up, Producer cut they headphones to the max

Flashing this gen it’s a 9mm, put a switch on it turn that b**** to a hellcat

Everywhere that I go it’s a stick in my britches, Designer store with it, In a Nike ski mask

[Verse 2]

Dior on my feet im a Christian

Pendant say money I get it from money he crippin’

Get it back right make her listen

Gon’ slide everyday we made that b**** to a tradition

Name 4 n***** who really better than me

Imma pray like Christian Dior on my feet

Had to f*** her so good made her f*** my T

This gas really kicking me call it Bruce Lee (call it bruce lee)

[Hook]

I ain’t come here to play with you n***** I get in that mode then we get on yo’ a**

Fell in love Designer got B-aga shoes, Hollon b**** let me put on the stacks

Rock Chrome Heart imma cold heart n**** I don’t do relation just give me that kat

F*** n**** speak on me and you gon’ die I could merch it

Drop a bag mayne that’s 50 in cash

We want the smoke, Ain’t ducking Three-Twelve carry 50’s and switches they all got a mag

Let me know b**** we be strapped with them blickys gon’ spray yo’ b**** a** like you put on some Axe

F*** once I ain’t f*** the b**** twice she say you the man let me throw on some slacks

The hood full of OG’s, And they stay blicked up, You know this that OG gas

OG gas n****

That OG gas

We smoking that thrax