Lyrics:

Were here and we hear the club rocking
Smoking like a chimney
Nigga come and get me, get me
30 on my wrist
Fuck we need to talk about it
Theres no talking when the guns are out
The murderer is a nigga
I heard of this nigga
I can throw it in the bag
I can pull out in the show when no one thinks
I still got my money from the last 3 doors

Sell crack, I had to run like I run it back
Im sorry Your Honor
A man on the streets said hes marry Joanna
Im getting rich ,nigga
And stop taking selfies, you bitch

Yeah, cause that aint cool
An you dont have to believe this
Cause that aint true
I can make you disappear
Ill vanish you
Im in the hood, on every corner like Spanish food
Yeah,nigga I make money
Thats what the plan is too
I rap in circles around him
And that is cruel
With 1.50 on it like 10 to 2
I do what the winners do
I take 100 every time Im in the mood
Do you meet me, walk me in my looms?
All I need is a little weed in my tooms

So blow something
Lets get rich ,nigga
Youre a selfish bitch, nigga

No selfies
Think about to calm down
Niggaz are so lucky
Homies got life on the sale
You know Bucky
My gun talks to me
Tellin me dont cock me
I know it sounds crazy
The kid takes a nap
I kidnapped the baby
Ill take the gun and fuck you later
Kids got the weed
I bet you smell hazy
I got the weed, I bet I smell sour
If you get the word
Ill kill you the next hour
Im giving the bitch flowers
Got a pound full of weed
At least I blow it
I got the mic plugged in
At least Im flowin
I got the plans on the cally
At least Im growin
So I aint mature
I want to kill niggaz
But I aint for sure

I might fuck you bitch
Blow some of you rich, nigga
Dont take no selfies, you bitch

Cant stop to take a selfish bitch nigga
Cant stop to take a selfish bitch, nigga
Cant stop to take a selfish bitch, nigga