text: Rock solid, I never crumble 
  Ice it, I fill it with pointers 
  Stones in my teeth like Stunna 
  Ride, bought a whip for the summer 
  I got a good grip, I aint fumble 
  Me and your bitch had a slumber 
  Crank up the whip, soundin’ like thunder
  Dont hold nothin less than a hundred
  Gotti, you know how I got it 
  Gotti, you know that I’m bout it 
  Indeed, I love my apartments, but I cannot go back into my apartments 
  Cause they had said that I, sheesh 
  Walk out of court and say, Cheese 
  Thank God Im free, that was that lil situation that I had to beat 
  Got milk like MILF , my drip Saks Fifth 
  Stayed still four years , I aint lost appeals , ayy
  Still I lost a pill cause this shit cost right here 
  And I aint stop out here , yeah, you have no idea 
  Mariana up, down in Beaumont , you wouldn’t believe what I seen in four months 
  Goin’ too fast, they gon tell me to slow up 
  Runnin’ through the mall, Ima tear every store up 
  Kissin the miss, tag team, Ima load up 
  Shoutout to my ex, like she on X, gotta throw up 
  Every time you see me, you gon’ be like, Sho nuff 
  Boogers in my ear like a motherfuckin donut 
  Rock solid, I never crumble 
  Ice it, I fill it with pointers 
  Stones in my teeth like Stunna 
  Ride, bought a whip for the summer 
  I got a good grip, I aint fumble 
  Me and your bitch had a slumber 
  Crank up the whip, soundin like thunder
  Dont hold nothin less than a hundred
  Long live Big B 
  We got three grams rolled up in a leaf 
  We got free food for whoever want beef 
  And when it time to eat, nigga, we gon have a feast 
  I believe in us, nigga, fuck your belief 
  And fuck where you from, I was really in the streets 
  I told my brothers that we all gon eat 
  They play with us, we gon bury em deep , uh
  See, Im in a loop like shoelaces 
  We got a lot of blue faces 
  I caught a whole lot of cases 
  We had to stay down like the basement 
  I got them Cubans in my bracelet 
  My Patek the newest creation 
  All my bitches different races 
  We dont believe in segregation 
  Im in the kitchen like an apron 
  Im havin motion like The Matrix 
  You couldnt be me if we traded places 
  They had em down, I got all aces 
  Second nigga change gangs, Jason 
  The problem part like a damn patient 
  See, I stay ahead of my generation 
  Im feelin myself like Im masturbatin 
  Rock solid, I never crumble 
  Ice it, I fill it with pointers 
  Stones in my teeth like Stunna 
  Ride, bought a whip for the summer 
  I got a good grip, I aint fumble 
  Me and your bitch had a slumber 
  Crank up the whip, soundin like thunder
  Dont hold nothin less than a hundred