Oh my God, Ronny

Look
I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch showed my dick let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it

I fucked that bitch at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a the craps game, what they hittin' fo
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes