(Intro)
You know, This just some real ^!$$% %#@!, a real ^!$$% story
You know what I'm saying?

(Hook)
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri

Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine

Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

(Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth)
Pull up in a Panamera lookin so good
Leavin in and out of traffic like it's on lean

Call me murda ^!$$%, tryna kill a whole scene
Getting money like I'm tryna feed the whole team
No lie, I'mma do it for the whole south

Somebody better tell them other ^!$$%s hold off
Keep $#&@in with a ^!$$%, I'mma go off
Jump fly, I'mma run up in that no mo

Gotta have a short temper, ^!$$% money long
Leave holes in a ^!$$% like a honey cone
Kill %#@! like I do a ^!$$%, ^!$$%'s on

Asshole, you can see I'm in another zone
Real ^!$$% kick %#@! like karate
Chop ^!$$%s up like I'm tryna cook beef

(*##$ wanna $#&@, gotta put er on a leash
Rolled well up in er then I put er back out on the street
Any time I cop a whip I'm going close

^!$$% this hit the turn on lil boss
When it come to Houston, Texas that's me
Tell em I'm temper temper no loss

(Verse 2: Future)
Got a Panamera round a young ^!$$% neck
Got a young (*##$ pulling up in a vet

Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
(*##$ ^!$$% get money, ^!$$% get that

Roll a blunt of chronic, ^!$$% sell a lot of crack
You can hit a ^!$$% line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk

50,000 on yo watch, young ^!$$% splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young ^!$$% workin' that'll bust a k

I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday
(Hook)
Slang a bunch of narcotics

Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate

Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean

Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
(Verse 3: Future)
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider

Young ^!$$% play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a ^!$$% idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible

In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
^!$$% where you at, ^!$$% we gon pull up on ya
Young (*##$ looking like Janet in the 80′s

We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl
Got that styrofoam cup and its full of syrup

Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt
(Hook)

Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti

Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends

Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean