MoneyPosse
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Bands up, man down 
Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul
Hands up, on the ground
Got the police knocking at your mama house 
Bands up, man down 
Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul
Hands up, on the ground 
Got the police knocking at your mama house 
Used to catch the bus to school, now Im catching neck from your lil boo 
I just bought me some new shoes, Ed Hardy my jeans, this is not True 
Shout out my bro KirbLaGoop, we bout the beef, but we sipping that fruit 
I mixed the coke with the xan, doing my dance on top of the moon 
Hol up, wait, why is these niggas so fake? 
Back in the day they would hate, now they tryna eat off of my plate 
You is funny little bitch, got a model on my dick 
Wifing that ugly little bitch, ew, yuck, gross, sick
Bands up, man down 
Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul
Hands up, on the ground
Got the police knocking at your mama house 
Knock, knock, whos that?
Go through the back, better hide yo pack
You aint getting it back, adios
Team mat cross the track, who gone ride who?
Its all on who? Its all on me
Ski mask professor, I aint here to trick-or-treat
I got freaks to meet, hella hoes to geek
Make em run a scrip, write my grip, check the street
I dont trust a soul, nah
I dont trust a soul cause I know that they be telling
They gone snitch up in they folk
I aint even post to be in here right now
I was supposed to be in penitentiary six feet underground