Control

SammyBoy!

Yeah Yeah

Woo

I done lost control, niggas hate on me, cause I do my own

I'm stacking this cash, nigga this ain't new money, I got a new bag, you flexing your crew money

Speedin' in the whip, we doing the dash they run up on us, you finna get blast

You niggas is lame, you bring up the past, You dissing the dead, but where's your dad?

I don't give a fuck, niggas try to run, but you out of luck

Talk like something, but you ain't tough, cappin' bout nothing knew these niggas bluff

I hang with real niggas, real niggas, that would help you make figures

Pushing packs, now my pockets getting bigger, I might have to slice niggas like I'm tiger

I'm in Tommy Hilfiger no I don't fuck with you no, Pass up on you, cause you fuck up my bros