Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire   Uh, yeah, you know   This that dope boy shit, nigga   Ya smell me, fuck wit ya      Your reign on the top, short like leprechauns   I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms   And I came from the block, was flawless with ex-cons   And we aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bomb      Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear   I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year   The concrete jungle, no trees to swing from   This weed and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin' dumped      Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the trunk   Back up in the city with some skeezers in the trunk   I ain't a player but I do my dirt, dawg   Drop top 'Cedes better move when it murk off      I got it swayin' to the left lane   Plus a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me chest pain   Yes, mothafucka, the boys are back with my vest   And I'm tucked up with my boys in back, fucka      You don't want it with them niggas   While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer   Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'   If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin      Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth   Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe   Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof   Now shoot back, now shoot back      Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again   Same black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth again   Bitches stop likin' me but now they on my dick again   See me in that Aston with my chain glistenin'      Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your dome   Kill a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes   Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone   See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for homes      Homie, they don't call me Ruger for nothin'   Back out on these bitch niggas, get that Ruger to dumpin'   So don't run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with it   G'd up from my beef and brocks, to the Oakland A's, fitted      That's the bottom to the top, you seen the bottom of the pot   I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you coppin' or you not   Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you stuck on the curb   D I P, B G, fuck what you heard      You don't want it with them niggas   While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer   Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'   If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin      Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth   Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe   Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof   Now shoot back, now shoot back      We all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the elderly   Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony   Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by   That's why we puff hella weed      But if this high don't come down   I feel the walls spinnin' like the sky gon' come down   I need air, top of the ride, gon' come down   And I swear I stay fly when I jump out      Jewled up in ice, that bent that dude like   Spyder 430 with the bluish lights   Got the coupe, bright, but we still shoot dice   For my niggas on the Eastside, this is true life      You don't want it with them niggas   While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer   Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'   If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the coffin      Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the truth   Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe   Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof   Now shoot back, now shoot back