I'm stackin' my arms, yeah, 9's and Uzis (Brra)
Keep 'em all ready, yeah, throwin' up deuces (Pow pow)
Dodging 1040's, ain't showin' my movements (No way)
Cash overload, Uncle Sam's clueless (Yeah)
Ride through the city, I'm making that loud noise (Skrrt)
Addin' that cowbell, we're cranking out phonk, boy (Ding ding)
Memphis vibe heavy, it's just how we enjoy (Lean back)
Buying the arsenal without any decoys (Ayy)
Gold on my neck, yeah, drippin' like faucets (Bling bling)
Whole squad got ice, winter in August (Cold, cold)
Rolling real deep, the streets we've exhausted (We own it)
Living legend status, my name's in the chorus (Say it loud)
Down Beale Street, we glide with a purpose (Yeah, we ride)
Custom old school with the candy-coat surface (Shine)
Sipping on something, purple in my chalice (Sip, sip)
Life's a gamble, and I’m all about the Aces (Roll the dice)