[Chorus] Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
Shit hit the fan, that nigga snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[Verse 1] You're outta luck, you better duck, I'll blow your head off
You run off with that pack, my niggas cut your legs off
Slept with the money, it took an hour to clean the bed off
I'm in my low-low, I'm tryna throw the feds off
These niggas characters, all actors, and DW's
I'm just a pistol toter, duckin' you, you W's
I sipped some dope, it have me high up off the residue
Think you's a big nigga, don't make my chopper measure you
They took you in investigation room and pressured you
They must've knew that you would fold, yeah, they pressured you
I couldn't fuck your bitch, I had a busy schedule
These VVS's make my wrist look like a swimming pool
You better find the exit 'fore them bullets enter you
This for them broke niggas, I hope I'm not offending you
You got your vest on but it's not defending you
Pussy nigga dissin' me, you down for me to mental you
My trap house loaded up, with dope fiends
New crib, fill it up, with Flash Gang
Nigga let me talk my shit
And if you got a broke disease, go get you some vaccine

[Chorus] Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
Shit hit the fan, that nigga snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[Verse 2] I iced my neck up, my shit hit harder
I beat the trunk up, my shit hit harder
Smoke out the pound, make the blunt hit harder
You tote that nine bitch, my chopper hit harder
Kill more [?], huh, I hit the pussy harder
She call me daddy, like she is my daughter
We make this so fast, niggas hate harder
I need my old school dunk, Vince Carter
It got that deep dish, paint mascara
I put some Forgies on it, now it's much taller
Just took a broke nigga's bitch, she want a baller
Didn't want your service anymore, you couldn't afford her

[Chorus] Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
Shit hit the fan, that nigga snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower