Yeah, I got a mad look at his face, he look like Darth Maul
Ringin' up my brothers, I'm the one that make them shots call
Get him paper and stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul
Said he wouldn't tell him, then he did it, that's his f***ing fault
My money all night for Tower, b***h, you know it's their talk
I bet off of my phone, gettin' that back, b***h, I don't need calls
If I ain't made like 5K in a day, b***h, I get withdrawn
How'd I hold me down when now they got me * off?
Know some brothers that do drills and they don't do kashush
I know some brothers with them sticks and they don't play becauseh
My bro, they sh**, he kick that K and then I get the bus
You f***ing gang, I hope you know you suffer repercussions
My pens and words are f***ing weapons of them asses, shush
Runnin' that show and made it jump, the f*** is double dutch
My bro, they really kick that K and he not even rush
I'm in the city tryna slide, but I know that he duckin'
Man, got me * off
Go hand up on the trigger, ready, ready to let that b***h down
Word to my boy Chris, that chopper made him dance like Tate Todd
Cassio up on my wrist, my gold bust down to G-Shock
Bro, they keep that 9G, no, he ride around with that G-Lock
Well, they say they spot him, that ain't got him, made him beatbox
Cena go to my dance, got me a Mamacita
If you had the life I'm livin', it f***in' love go Mamma Mia
Talk about my brothers and my family, wish you fun to pay
Put it up, bluff it on my body like Kevin Durant
I ain't perfect, I don't miss your sh**, I am not the same
Lost some brothers on the f***ing way and that f***ing brought me pain
Fail out, any of my brothers are the f***ing gang
Step in on me, I know no n***a gonna tell the chain
The hardest that's comin' out of Indy, you gon' know the name
So bro, they kick the cup, but you can't stop sippin' up on the chain
Hands on, I'm the type to pick the soccer ball up
Hop out and walk him down, we finna pop him all up
Sick, he think he shinin', he done went and copped some Parmas
Face card scorchin', I don't really shop in malls much
Look, hot as f***, like I'm stuck in the microwave
Finna maximize the hit with this micro-K
Tryna hit the top, you gon' have to fight your way
Tie him up and leave his body, f*** the psycho way
Tryna check his profile, credit what Geico say
You ain't tough, snatch your wood, then light your way
Lil' pups, ain't free, I ain't, cause we gon' bite your face
With these 2-3's, got the V's back to back, you know these ain't no Jubilee
Tryna race with Mr. Vroomin', so my guess is that you a
Pussy, that you can't catch her
You sippin' Jabba the Hood, I got a ring cut, no cap
Yeah, I got him mad, look at his face, he look like Dark Maul
Ringin' up my brothers, I'm the one that made them shots call
Get him payback, stay in my hands, I feel like St. Paul
Said he wouldn't tell him, then he did it, that's his f***ing fault