Low the G, 40 P's nigga, I don't eat the E's Ayy, we ride with them in sleep, so, let's go Ain't no more free spares, nigga, ayy The real spares, nigga, low the G, low the G Let's go, let's go Big-ass Glock and it came with a switch, nigga Ditchin' on Mack, get left in the ditch Tell him six-two, yeah, I go through the brief But I'm bustin' the Glock when I go on the hit I'm smokin' on A's, get tired of this nigga Tell that big brother, come slide for this nigga Bitch, I'm tryna send, and this *** on Christian You *** with the opps, you can die with them niggas Send my lil' ho get the drop on them niggas Just like a bitch, I'm croppin' a nigga I just came home from a two-year sentence I don't give a *** and don't stop me, nigga Slide on the knock and drive me a nigga I'm droppin' your sub there if that lil' ho with ya Free Draco, cause when he get out on the slot Smoke D clips, trap, red Try to run off, I'ma cut off your legs Low to GG, tryna puss on the bed Oppo tryna ***, so I'm thinkin' ahead Here up front, I'm back, clutchin' my lid Ditchin' on Mack, consider him dead Tryna get some get-back from my nigga Fat Fred If I can't taste sap, the Glock is dread Smoke Fat Trey, whole lil' way do stick Got some bullets for the brother Tay-Tay Smoke for Wayne, he smoke great If he knew how to drive, he'd be here today *** Nino, I'll go to his grave Take his ass off the ground, shoot the rest of his face Smoke KT for the rest of the day That's a two-man pack, can't forget about Drake Smokin' on Melvin, Jackboy II Who the *** DD Jack, nigga, Jackboy who? I'm talkin' bout Dayla, ain't my work But the pussy-ass boy got whacked at school *** Lil' Sire, he a pack too *** HOG, that's a rat-ass too Quartez, he a bitch, tell the *** Lil' Mark to his face And the pussy-boy still ain't shootin' Where you niggas at? What is the mood? Smoke dude and dude, I ain't got nothin' to prove Never go sneak, that's the number one rule This *** run in my veins, I ain't tryna be cool He ditched a Lamar, he must be a fool Went his ass up like he jumped in a pool Try to run from the Glock, it's a switch on the back of this bitch Hit a brr, knock him out of his shoe We bout that action, BTA Oppo tried me and get shot in the face I was just locked up, I was in my head *** that, I was locked in a whole nother state But now I'm back out, I got somethin' to say Long live Christian and my nigga BJ I was alive for some time, broke down with slime Why the opps keep lyin'? They ain't got no brain I'm chasin' this bread, I ain't tryna debate You dependin' on faith, I depend on this Drake All you gotta do is click, clack, aim, spray Shoot a nigga all in his face Headshot for a nigga, say EBK Catch bodies for free, I ain't gotta get paid Stick a foot, nigga, up, he think we gon' trade Lil' Rodney on go, tryna dig up a grade Let's go