[Hook: x2]
Oh my God da Chevy a monsta,
I wanna thank the dope game for being my sponsors,

Cocaine white dope boy sneakers,
You wanna learn how to cook this dope I'm a teach ya!


[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
Oh my God, The Chevy a monsta,
Freddy Cougar red the paint job will haunt cha'

^!$$%s scared like it's Friday the 13,
Ridin in my Chevy up on Nightmare and Elm Street.
Shidd! Seven figures for the neck piece.

You like this? Wait until I get my neck piece.
Dope boy sneakers, dopeboy features,
You wanna learn how to cook this I can teach ya.

Chevy pushin' 500 horses to beat cha.
#~!!@ look like money (*##$ I'll probably eat cha.
Sellin crack, show me where the kitchen at,

Let me make my money back, ^!$$% I'm a tripple dat!

[Hook x2]


[Verse 2: Rich Boy]
I killem with da ride like Marilyn Manson,

Trunk beatin' hard I bet the devil is dancin.
I see 'em glancin' my pockets lookin' real chubby,
They came to my momma house lookin' for the hard,

But I ain't wanna sell dope please for give me Lord.
The crack rocked up, The bricks blocked up.
Everythang will be fine unless they stop us,

My Uncle Mane sayin' prayers from a prison cell.
20 years cause they caught 'em tryna make a sale.
I give 'em hell, ^!$$% mother $#&@ a hater.

Now I'm a say this %#@! again let's go get this paper.

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3: Attitude]
Trunk full of white on the intersate,

^!$$% I'm eatin' like these streets is my dinner plate.
And all I need is a spoon,
A pyrex jar and some elbow room.

Now I got the hos in the 'Ham,
I ain't playin bout this paper I'll put some holes in ya $$#.
Look, my weed jumpin out the blunt,

Cause the blunt in my car feel like it's jumpin out the trunk.
Blood diamonds in my neck-a-lace .
Got the hos lookin possessed, I'm the exorcist.

(*##$ say hi to the bad guy.
That's why all them hos point when I pass by.


[Hook x2]