Intro lyrics

[Intro]
(This is a Dolan Beats production)
Yeah
Fifty
This what they been waiting on man
Sito, Sito, Sito

[Verse]
I hop on the flight and I'm first class
You tryna cop a plea but you know it's no white flags
Glock 43, two tone, yeah you know it's compact
AR-15 on me and you know that sh*t all black
I chase the money cuz I'm not with the chit-chat
You f*ck with the gang then you gon hear, click-clack
I'm not politicking, I'm chasing the big racks
I'm shooting with the stick and that sh*t got impact
Yeah, designer dripping and I mix match
I'm shooting with the stick and that sh*t got kickback
The b*tch that you been bragging about, I hit that
Might run up in yo spot, your folks gon get kidnapped
You toting them hi-points, n*gga we don't do that
Now everybody in my entourage got clean straps
Swinging them sticks, I turn my hood into Iraq
We taking them shots on the cam like Kodak
We chasing these racks, man we gon expose that
Fell out with your b*tch, you tryna get your hoe back
Yeah, got some n*ggas banging [?]
We shoot the scene up now you riding four flats
My Chiraq partner rolling off of four flats
I keep a compact choppa in my bookbag
I shot four times now he got the sh*t bag
I'm f*cking yo baby momma off the sand tan
I'm popping them Perc tens, I don't pop Xans
We waving them straps around with that Glock out
Got ten bands in my pockets, I got thigh pads
My side b*tch came from Asia, she from Thailand
I moved him into town, I turned him to a wiseman
Ain't talking about [?] I turned you to a blind man
I heard you got engaged, you better get your wife man
I keep the 5-7, I ain't scared of no man
I'm f*cking yo b*tch n*gga, she a big fan
I took his ass off, robbed his ass for ten bands
Got contract shooters, surrounded by them hitman
Yall n*ggas ain't got no heart like a tinman
We spinning that opp block like a ceiling fan
My heart so cold, I don't got no feelings man
Got back to back whips pulling up in caravans
Got low down shooters with me, they from Maryland
I got tattoos on my face, it got them staring
She tryna f*ck on me just cuz my appearance
I'm hopping out foreigns, now I'm in McLaren's
I'm stepping on bricks, I'm trapping like my parents
I stay strapped up, there's nothing that I'm sparing
I'm dogging these b*tches, I don't ever care em
I stay on point, you know I stay preparing
I only fear God, it's nothing that I'm fearing
I'm having them cheap prices off of clearance
I'm passing your b*tch off you know that I'm sharing
Got 24k on my ring no marriage
I'm walking with bombs on me like a terrorist
I'm catching them plays outside like a ferret
I got a french b*tch and that hoe from Paris
These VVS came from Woffy not from Jared
Ain't talking about guap then I ain't tryna hear it
They pulling up in a demon, who the f*ck they scaring
If I got a big body then you know I'm spraying
That red dot sight helping with my aiming
I'm getting money, I don't care about being famous
These broke ass n*ggas always be complaining
My plug on point that n*gga Panamanian
He don't speak english, he be speaking spanish
My n*ggas push work, n*gga like they training
Them face shots hitting n*ggas, leave em brainless
They got El Jefe under investigation
They telling them stories and interrogation
We f*cking your b*tch, she stay up in rotation
I'm using your b*tch just for transportation
That stick vs me, I feel like Roger Bailey
I did 23 hours up in isolation
Got gang act just cuz my affiliation
[Outro]
Yeah man
Yall n*ggas know how the f*ck I'm rocking man
Out on bond sh*t n*gga, yeah
Free Gwaluh n*gga
Yeah, I'm out on three bonds n*gga
Just went on a motherf*cking jail tour
Shout out my n*gga Dolan man
Yeah, you know we back to back n*gga
Aye, foreign whips all that sh*t
Fifty
They ain't wanna let me out
Aye
(This is a Dolan Beats production)