Yeah, dumbOh, yo, bitch was on this oneThis * is dumb as hell, get herFree all the guys, man, long live all the guys* them all who ain't with me, I'm goneOut with my sister, felt they changed, so I'm dancingNobody left for to hit meDeep at war up in the trenches, what got me in this position?Serving packs up in these dickens, what got me chewing like 50?Left me stranded, but I'm giftedI spit the * that I'm livingStuck in blues, they think I'm finishedI'm coming back like a man that's hunting bulls in the kitchenI'm pushing * through the trenchesTune the rifle, couldn't switch itTen of them bitches got tittiesHop a flash, you shoot quicker, it hits you on all your niggasThank y'all safe, I still remember what stalking a residentialWith three cutters and a missileWith three cutters and a missile, yeahYeah, with three cutters and a missileAll my opps still walking dead, they just waiting to get hit with leadHit his ass so many times, they left his legs by his headThis * dumb, but then you think we'll lay up under your bedHow the * we got in here, that's what them last niggas saidThey can't wait till I come home, but I'm not knowing if it's trueAll of a sudden, you miss a nigga, but I was begging to come throughHe ain't even sent no cat pack, he ain't care if I had no foodGotta shout out to my dude, she look out for her little goonNiggas think that I ain't in tune, bitch, I heard about your little moodFirst day out, them crackers free me, I'ma put Larry on my toothWanna hear some gangster *, wanna hear how a gangster spitWalk you down and strike a bitch, that right there some gangster *Got his people up there tweaking, thinking the daughters can save himAin't no shaking back from this, that boy got bit by alligatorsGetting cheese and killing haters, why we told we stack that paper* over niggas who ain't living righteous, bitch, I'm gangsterBitch, you thinking that you gangster, put your jersey on the hangerPut your piss on the painter, when we rollin', bitches dangerousWhy you think they try to jost me, why you think they tryna **** usBitch, I done my work, just banger, don't pop out until next AprilDon't shed tears for my niggas, replace them bitches with missionsCut another body, I'm up five and I ain't leave a witnessI'm standing on business, it's some rebar tennisPollute the city with gun smoke like Marlowe in my minutesBlock 23 with 23 and love blow, cuz it's gotta pimp itBuyin' that trick on the stick, thought I docked 10, really docked 50When I cut you, no, this is 60, it's a long clip, not a tittyWho the * said they want it with me, get it all, y'all ain't pickin'Agent House with a stick set, got choppers all in the kitchen400, get your face wet, be the next one I leave shittin'Still feelin' playin' by the last *, gotta show that boy what the businessCamp outside your house with a drake, watch the front door like I'm a pigeon*** a soul, kick your doors, bite the guys, you better scopeWe been layin' all night, when he land, I know he smokeWe got different rifles, full of glitters, havin' stupid poseDumbin', I can up a 50 roll, all the arts, they poseAll I need is eye sights, know I ain't swangin' with no scopeBehind tent with my killer in that section, I know he for sureYeah, that been my nigga friend, the sand and water made us closeLook how I bang my * with two hands, can tell that I'm a proMe and Yo-Yo hittin' air dot, he been stretchin' by the body*, till you ***, we stand out, if I pass out with this chopperBoy, you know you ass stop, I do a feature, ain't hit Neiman's*** my ass and fill it with pieces, pick a side of Dr. TreasonGot his people out there tweakin', thinkin' the doctors can save himAin't no shakin' back from this, that boy got bit by alligatorsGettin' cheese and killin' haters, why we told me stack that paperFuckin' over niggas, who ain't livin' righteous, bitch, I'm gangstaFuckin' over niggas