[Chorus] 2x   We won, we won   And then we shot that BB gun   And they lost, and they lost   cause we took they shit, now its time to floss      22 year old 17 war vet   Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette   Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side   Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed    Yep we do shine, and they gon’ hate   But they hated Jesus baby we won’t break   So we ride like 4 Pirelli’s    So secured no security, no protectin no comparing   Lok and heavy, Ocean 11   Aviators, both tickers, so figures   No playas, I’m Hollygrove to the heart   Hollygrove from the start   Don’t cross Earhardt   Boulevard where the ward I come from   17, one shot, never that (blum blum)   Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!   What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!      [Chorus]      Get ‘em get ‘em Weezy hit ‘em where you kill ‘em easy   Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening, sinkin   Im probly drinkin that syrup   Thinkin I won’t slip, even though I’m leanin like a broke hip    He don’t know I got the nina wit the full clip   Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?   Push this button, I flip out and hit something    Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean   12 hundred for the jeans stop playin   Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants   Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face   Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect   I- strap a jet black gat ‘til the deck   Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittin’   My hood getting kinda crazy where I be   So Ronie's with me 'cause he's the OG   [Chorus]      Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom   The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!   If it ain't about money I keep goin   I tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn   But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm   If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn   And Duck the fuck out a there, 'cause baby its hot out there   If this was a movie it’s time to roll the credits, cut!   Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckin’ block!   I’m a motherfuckin’ rock!   Hard body eagle street 17 shots   Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!   Drop little man drop   This is not for little bitches you man or a fox   I’m layin in the drop, thinking of more money   Cash money, young money   Take money, your money.      [Chorus]