[Intro]
Aye
Talkin' 'bout ya bussin' heads (Ayy), n***a, you ain't shot shit
Talkin' 'bout ya workin' clips (Ayy), n***a, you ain't—
Aye (Eardrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It)
Aye, oh, you done go and get all them guns, and you ain't killed nobody yet?
Aye, how many times you shot that mothafucka, n***a?
Aye, ain't nobody popped up dead?
Aye, thought y'all n***as was murderers
Shit

[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped shit
All you talk 'Nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't fuck shit
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), n***a, you ain't bought shit (Shit)
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit), n***a, you ain't popped shit (Shit)
All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), n***a, you ain't shot shit (Shit)
Spending money on these hoes (Shit), n***a, you ain't fuck shit (Shit)
Shit
Shit

[Verse 1]
Bought the ho a hunnid pair of red bottoms (Shit)
That's a quarter milli' on a hand job, my n***a
Brrt, stick 'em
Fuck you and every n***a came witcha
Go and put a n***a on a picture
Go and put a n***a on a T-Shirt
Back in the day, when a n***a sell dope
I'ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole
Glock 40, woo
Turn up, turn up
My ambitions as a rider
Sippin' on lean, getting higher
N***a, I'm a codeine buyer
No, you not a foreign whip driver
Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with a lot of money
Hundred dollars fallin' all out your pocket
When you hit 'em in the head, can you keep it solid?
Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up
Like some raw uncut dope, blow it up
Represent your gang, n***a, throw it up
I don't give a fuck where you at, n***a, throw it up
[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped shit
All you talk 'Nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't fuck shit
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), n***a, you ain't bought shit (Shit)
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit), n***a, you ain't popped shit (Shit)
All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), n***a, you ain't shot shit (Shit)
Spending money on these hoes (Shit), n***a, you ain't fuck shit (Shit)
Shit
Shit

[Verse 2]
Catch a n***a slippin' at the red light
With ya AK, let me see you shoot it
You a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you a goon
N***a, let me see you prove it
Presidential Rollie and it's glidin'
Love a n***a wrist when it's shinin'
Hate a n***a wrist when it's blingin'
So I went and added more diamonds
Hot Boy, n***a, BG
That's the way these young n***as eat
Drinking on syrup, can't sleep
Keep it copacetic with your partner
Blockbuster n***as running 'round with real choppers
N***a, what's the color of them bottles? they ain't gold
And you moving 'round with ya ho
You ain't even sticking to the code
Pimps up, pimps up, Hoes down (Hoes down)
A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown
I'ma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown
Button up suits at the Grammys
Had to turn it up for the family
Yes, I'm a Freeband bandit
[Chorus]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought shit
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles, n***a, you ain't popped shit
All you talk 'Nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't fuck shit
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags (Shit), n***a, you ain't bought shit (Shit)
Talkin' 'bout a hunnid bottles (Shit), n***a, you ain't popped shit (Shit)
All you talk 'Nana clips (Shit), n***a, you ain't shot shit (Shit)
Spending money on these hoes (Shit), n***a, you ain't fuck shit (Shit)
Shit
Shit