I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag, but this the original flow If I see a op, then I'm peelin' this bow *** a walk for that lame, pour a pint on his toe Now who want the smoke? Yeah, I want the smoke *** all that talkin', let me get your dough I'm Peter on my for your B, baby, loco, and I got tiny locs And I *** with the folks, and I *** with the Joe's, and I *** with the blood Big keepin' scrap, I ain't ***in' with studs Just for the B, but I told her it's love I was so down, I looked us in the side while me and my brothers, we playin' in the mud I'm feelin' offset, I just might bust down the cart, and so bitch, if it's up, then it's thug What you gon' do when you up in the combat? Bullets start hittin' the back of your truck My throwaway was an XD compact, now let me squeeze with the one that I bust He want that B, put him up in a lunch pack I'm smokin' op that was killed out of love I'm gettin' high, lil' baby, that's a fun thing Pump marijuana, it's mine and Drew's I'm off a X-Lap, tryna give a dirt nap Came for my perk, yeah, it must've been a dud I'm tryna bump on these beef, I like contact Niggas were scared to come out where we was Hollow tips, hit him, explode on contact Rip him up quick, it's way, get in my bus He don't drop videos, cause he too broke to go buy him some clothes Nigga a bum, A.I. flip a car, rip through the motor They sound like explosives, a bunch of alum I got a switch on the nine with a drummer Too fashion and bright, no way he can run I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory Cuttin' my dawg off of me and the bruns I got some good smack time, my backpack Hit it with Superman, turn it to fudge I'm feelin' shy, said I just put his mans in the dirt So tell him to get it in blood I'm Uncle Elroy, D-Rap, a day-day I swear these niggas my lil' bitty boy When I got locked up, it was for robbery Went back to school and they gave me a boy You got me ***ed up, thinkin' about robbin' me Up with that Dre, make him miss and abort I got into it when we played the basketball I was the first to take *** off the court I'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm Marcus So I was just plottin', I'm robbin' the sword I let him die, make him count to a thousand He move, he gon' die before we make a choice Look in his eyes, I can tell he a bitch, man I know he didn't hop out the porch, he was forced