Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire
Uh, yeah, you know
This that dope boy s**t, ni**a
Ya smell me, f**k 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 ni**a 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, ni**a, 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 ni**a coughin` `cause the haze give me chest pain
Yes, mothaf**ka, the boys are back with my vest
And I`m tucked up with my boys in back, f**ka

You don`t want it with them ni**as
While you haters steady bitchin`, my ni**as 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

Ni**a, 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 bulls**t 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, ni**a, 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 ni**as, get that Ruger to dumpin`
So don`t run up on me, ni**a, 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
Ni**a, jets is pullin` off and you stuck on the curb
D I P, B G, f**k what you heard

You don`t want it with them ni**as
While you haters steady bitchin`, my ni**as 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

Ni**a, 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` f**kin` 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 ni**as on the Eastside, this is true life

You don`t want it with them ni**as
While you haters steady bitchin`, my ni**as 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

Ni**a, 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