[Chorus: Future]
You the little one that got that whole thing, ain't you?
You got them boys around the corner runnin wild on that Molly, ain't you?
You pourin up your cup dirty, ain't you?
You got that mud inside your syrup,
You 'bout to pour right up now, ain't you?
I bet a thousand on a thousand, ain't you?
You sippin mud on that dirty, ain't you?
You ready to ride on these niggas, ain't you?
You put designer on your eyes, ain't you?
You take the nine out them pies, ain't you?
[Verse 1: Future]
You hear that screen door swingig open but you was servin all them dimes, ain't you?
You loaded up, you got that iron, ain't you?
You snappin chats, you on that Vine, ain't you?
You tryna fuck her ‘cause she fine, ain't you?
You pull up west in L.A. buckin that boy,
You can't get caught, you tryna sell the wrong kind, ain't you?
You sell that yay, you bout to go and serve your uncle, ain't you?
You see that yola turn a nigga to a beast, yeah!
We on that kush, poured up on some drank, yeah!
[Chorus: Future]
You the little one that got that whole thing, ain't you?
You got them boys around the corner runnin wild on that Molly, ain't you?
You pourin up your cup dirty, ain't you?
You got that mud inside your syrup,
You 'bout to pour right up now, ain't you?
I bet a thousand on a thousand, ain't you?
You sippin mud on that dirty, ain't you?
You ready to ride on these niggas, ain't you?
You put designer on your eyes, ain't you?
You take the nine out them pies, ain't you?
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
You that little nigga do the murders, ain't you?
You double-cuppin ‘cause you want us to know you be sippin syrup, ain't you?
You in them streets and you ain't scared, ain't you?
Your family straight if you get killed in the city, ‘cause you insured, ain't you?
You got these niggas in they feelings, ain't you?
You got a bitch that got a booty as big as Serena Williams, ain't you?
You got bananas, ain't you?
For these gorillas, ain't you?
Someone don't pay you, most likely gon have to kill 'em, ain't you?
You bout to move, ain't you?
You got the drop on little daddy and them Future dude, ain't you?
You bout to do it, ain't you?
Act like them niggas in Saint Louis in the hood, ain't you?
Got your little Ruger on you, too.
You bout to use it, ain't you?
[Chorus: Future]
You the little one that got that whole thing, ain't you?
You got them boys around the corner runnin wild on that Molly, ain't you?
You pourin up your cup dirty, ain't you?
You got that mud inside your syrup,
You 'bout to pour right up now, ain't you?
I bet a thousand on a thousand, ain't you?
You sippin mud on that dirty, ain't you?
You ready to ride on these niggas, ain't you?
You put designer on your eyes, ain't you?
You take the nine out them pies, ain't you?