We was getting it in in the back, sendin' bells out the back Had weed and crack, said I'm getting no skills Just a trap, let it shizz Hood too hot, we gon' roll the whole tip Jumpin' like a PCM, model goin' three for ten All these stripes, man, I feel like Adidaman Another opp, I'ma cry, cuz another opp died Hit him like Popeye's, get a youngin' to high five Nigga, that's a light fire, look on the bright side Get a nigga ass up, leave his shirt tie-dye I'm in the track gettin' loads off Got your bitch in that bitch with her clothes on Fuckin' up fake, check her nose on Me havin' black for the cheap, G I put a pack in a PC, fifty-five bowls in the seat If I make it back to my street, I'm sellin' them bitches twenty-three Hook to the D and just after trap Everything that I got, got it four the route Use the hot dope and the soda count If you rappin', don't worry, got another route If you don't work, got another route Please, don't walk in my trap house Beat out the pack, I pop it like I got a hundred Shoot it, they ready, come crash at me Add that *** up Throw that on me, right now And them motherfuckers get swang Bitch, you know I'm Billy Bang We got them P for the low You can call me Shawty Lo Bitch, I'm sellin' hot dope Don't trust them bars, they cut dope Chopper, he cut that bar, all eyes on dope Yeah, I serve that bar so But he didn't even know Try them bars, we go psycho Hunnid, n***a, walkin' on tight ropes You know how I get Walkin' on the block with these steets With it, though, n***a, real quick, n***a, I paint We don't ***, it's steech Call that Bob Wayne, great skeet Young n***a know how I fan it out Pull up on you in a Phantom, wow Walk on your bitches, I act hot Fan it out, fan it out I was trappin' on my granny house Granny house, granny house Play with me, n***a, we lay it down Gun them down, hunnid rounds Love Yo, bitch, we got the gold Ooh, grass