| [Intro:] | |
| Future Hendrix | |
| Yeah | |
| It ain't a secret | |
| Straight up | |
| [Verse:] | |
| I'm the one who got the presi' flooded | |
| You wear more chanel than anybody? | |
| You the type to get ya man indicted | |
| I'm the type to pull up in a Spider | |
| I'm the type to drive a hummer | |
| Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle | |
| It's dirty when it got a homi on it | |
| Fuck that nigga put a bounty on em | |
| I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup | |
| Had you sippin' noddin' off nigga | |
| You was gettin' fronted runnin' off nigga | |
| I made myself to a boss nigga | |
| Put a hundred carats in a cross nigga | |
| Put a 200 thousand on a cross nigga | |
| Could never sleep cause it a cost niggas | |
| They can never see my palms sweaty | |
| You a never seen the hunger in me | |
| I'm sick and tired of being humbled nigga | |
| This money put a lot of demons in me | |
| Went and tatted all these angels on me | |
| Fuck that nigga put a tracker on em | |
| Then we throw a Pat Riley on em | |
| These commas coming in | |
| These haters coming in | |
| The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in | |
| My baby mama tryna sue again | |
| Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins | |
| Get my nigga Conversary in the pen | |
| Got the federallies on a nigga chin | |
| Fuck the Benz, imma whip the Spur | |
| Fuck my Spur & bought my bitch a Ghost | |
| I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghost | |
| I'm pushing Heroin right through NO | |
| [Pre-Hook:] | |
| Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me? | |
| Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More & DC | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Lil' Mexico turf a gang land | |
| Maybe Kane like I'm Soloman | |
| Does anybody kill a nigga? | |
| Do you have the heart to kill a nigga? | |
| 100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran. | |
| Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia(my migos) | |
| We on every channel when we pop it | |
| Hit em in the head and start braggin' bout it | |
| They on 7th street | |
| They gotta bunch of bodies | |
| Gotta bunch of chains | |
| My neck is very crowded | |
| When I flood the street | |
| They have a powder shower | |
| Know the recipe, you need to learn about it | |
| Finnesin' niggas, gotta learn about it | |
| I could cook it in the microwave | |
| I got ya baby momma with the shits | |
| Got ya son sittin' on a brick | |
| My teacher said I wouldn't be shit | |
| She even know what I represent | |
| Free Band Gang President | |
| Money up, everything nigga | |
| Everything else irrelevant | |
| [Hook] |