These niggas ain′t official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)Probably why I can′t feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't get em′

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain′t with em'

Ridin′ around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle

Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

Walking through the mall, and I'm smelling like dope

Shoppin′ in Gucci, they let me pour drink up

This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got′s to hangup

Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond

Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up

Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on

Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em'

I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black gucci′s; Trayvon

I parked in a no park and got a ticket

Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning

Man I swear these bitches out here trippin′

If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my dickies

(Lets get it)

These niggas ain′t official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can′t feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain′t get em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em′

Ridin′ around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle

Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit

Niggas keep talkin′ that sweet shit

Niggas ain't talkin′ that street shit

Bitch my pockets on deep dish

You don't hustle, you don′t eat shit

Ride pass you like I don't see shit

I let it seek me, ion seek it

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain′t in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can′t feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain′t get em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain′t with em'

Ridin′ around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle

Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

Gucci! Louis! BANG