Ayy, I've been ♥♥♥♥♥♥' ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
♥♥♥♥♥♥' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta