Lyrics:

[Intro]
(COUPE)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
Back in the 3
Believe it or not, we see yo' lil shots, we know you like Shaq at the three
My nigga with mops'll clean up your block like spectacular D
Get the sack and then leave
Stacking up racks to my teeth
Ride with a tactical strap in my jeans
I'm a Dracula with platinum teeth
Im from the danger zone
Most of these niggas can't claim a zone (Ayy)
I put some bangers on
I always saw 'em as angels though (Three)
Niggas'll play a role and feel a way when you don't play along
I know that leaving a lame a loan is dangerous, gotta leave lames alone
Nigga, what's goin'? I just got a show in, a shoe-in for blowin', Im blowing a bag
Ive been recordin' shit later than Conan, they know where Im goin', they know that it's fast
Follow my heart, I'm regarded to all as the hardest new artist, I started the path
I let a model ho squat at the pad
Fuck with the squad and you wont get a pass (Bah)
Genius