Aight, Rug Rat for life shit, nigga (Haha)
Double R 4L shit, nigga, free Pimp
Free Santana, nigga, free D
I'm talkin' 'bout, what you say?
Rug Rat shit, nigga, turn up, Rag Rat

I drink milk, you a lil' bitch
Ride with the chop, that bit' got sticks
Came up the step, you a lil' snitch
I'm in the Cadillac, it's full of sticks
I got a backpack, it's full of blicks
You Oompa Loompa, I'm with a group of shooters
I would take a picture, but we don't like pics
Your name Hannah, or is it Miranda?
Where are my manners, how could I forget?
Ride with my chopper, it's big like banana
you can hurt Vanna if you try to blitz
Pardon my grammar, excuse my French
My bitch a princess and I'm the prince
Bitch, I'm the boss, you try to cross
I'm gonna fire until you quit
Yeah, I'm-, gettin' confused
I let the chop blow like a kazoo
I'm smoking purple just like a new bruise
I get the job donе with a deuce deucе
Ain't no nigga wanna fuck with my
momma cause she had bad ass kids
I drink milk straight out the motherfuckin'
bottle and put it right back in the fridge
This my shit, don't try to touch it
I love my chopper, she got big tits
Don't try to diss, the bitch got cousins
Like Lil B, nigga, my name buzzin'
Like a speed racer, I can't stop clutchin'
Like a reflection, this could get ugly
Ain't no discretion, we steppin' in public
Everybody ask me how the fuck I do it
like a projection instrument of nothin'
Raw protection, I confess it
if I stretch it, I don't fear judgement
Not a computer, don't press my buttons
I press circles to skip the discussion
I hold square to reload the weapon
I press R when I'm uppin' and bustin'
I let my young nigga hop in the whip
look here, lil nigga, don't even touch it
I let my young nigga hold my blick
now look here, lil' nigga, don't start clutchin'
Just cause you got a gun, don't gotta use it
Just cause you got a gun, don't gotta up it
Just cause you got a gun, don't gotta shoot it
Just cause you got a gun, don't gotta bust it
Nigga, you with the shit, don't gotta prove it
Heh, heh, fuck bout nothin'
Shoutout Jehlani, Bentley hustlin’
Yeah, lil nigga, all my cousins

Nah, for real though
Nigga tryna push that positivity, no cap, you know?
When I was young, I ain't have nobody to tell me that shit
I thought just cause I had a gun, I had to
you know what I'm sayin', be tough
You know what I'm sayin', had to whip that ho out
I had to be hard, you know what I'm sayin'
Wear my pride, my ego on my sleeve, nigga
I ain't have nobody to tell me that that shit
wasn't even cool, nigga, that shit not necessary
A-A-And real gangsters do what's necessary
bein' a crash dummy ain't cool

Ayy, man, y'all know what's goin' down, man
Trigger, Maxo C, the flyest crip you ever seen
The head honcho, boss lieutenant
I'm the one that oversee, man
Free my lil' brother Tay-K, man
Always been ten toes, stomp down nigga, man
You know I been ridin' with you, man
Whole time, right or wrong, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
We still gon'—
M-M-March together and stay strong, man
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, man
Lil' bro started this shit, man
A lot of you niggas wasn't around for this shit
you feel me?
A lot of you niggas tried to hop on the bandwagon
but y'all wasn't around when bro was out here
and had it goin' down, man, you feel me?
Free Tay-K to that day, y'all know what's goin' on, man
11-Trey-7, Maxo Kream