[Verse 1: Mobile Pro]
b**h I light you up like gasoline and matches
Segregate the game when I'm stepping up come test me
I go hard in the paint like Flocka
No point, no comma
Put your b**h in a coma
Cause my big dick cause trauma
Pro game, b**h listen
Listerine teeth glisten
Wiz game three thousand
When I'm cookin up in the kitchen
f** with me and get g**ned
Gang slammed when gangs hang
Fast hands go click clack
And time drop like d**h threats
b**h man know riff raffs
Rolexs and hats back
House balls like Jesse James
Pistol whip yo b**h a**
d**h writ on yo b**h a**
When I'm hitting it like Pacquiao
Riding in no rodeo
Loving it no Romeo
When I'm scoping out all the targets
All your jags I'm copping
Hitmarker he dropped in
360 no drop him
Been holding back but that's pa**ed now
Full power with no backing out
Full throttles pedal down
Three boots your soul out
[Hook] [x2]
b**h get ready for the afterlife
Click clack stop drop in the moonlight
Bullets flying bodies dropping cause that fast life
Cause that fast money fast hoes rolling right
Cause that fast money fast hoes rolling right
Overblown blowing up up in the afterlife [x3]