[chorus:]
Whatâs up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow thatâs my style
[verse 1:]
Popping wit terror take it straight to guns
Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run
Too much paper here to try and count my ones
Over here cross me our hollow wall is young
For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
If youâve seen the new whip know they add nine 0âs
Now Iâm up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0âs
If you counting by the whips than itâs eight different flows
Iâm heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads
Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars
And what I hop in, itâs my option
To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash
[chorus:]
Whatâs up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow thatâs my style
[verse 2:]
Now if itâs on with the bricks and the bag baby
You come short, Iâm a bust your head baby
They name a dope man whodi
Yeah thatâs me, Iâm out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3
Give me an ounce and iâma flip it to a brick figga
You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga
Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga
So hereâs a glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga
Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine
I be the richest young soldier in this rap game
All my money come in armor trucks
More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck
You wasnât work, when I was local playa
Iâm worldwide, you haters canât take it you petrified
Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p
Itâs no limit till I die yâall canât get with me
[chorus:]
Whatâs up playa? you looking slick with that
Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match
Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click click blow, blow thatâs my style
[verse 3:]
I donât like violence but ha thatâs no shy logic
Donât like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it
Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat
Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach
Talking shit iâma big spinner so I donât really talk to much
Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up
See I love my