I'm back in my bag, they stealin' my swag, but this the original flow
If I see her off, then I'm peelin' this boat
Go walk for that lane, pour a pint on his toe
Now, who want the smoke? Yeah
I want the smoke
Call that talk and let me get your dough
I'm Peter on my field, be baby low
And I got tiny lows
And I f*** with the folks, and I f*** with the joes
And I f*** with the blood
Keep a scrap, I ain't f***ing with studs
But I told her it's love
I was so down, I looked up, sent the sidewalk
Me and my brothers, we played in the mud
I'm feelin' offset, I just might bust down the car
This whole s*** is up in the studs
What you gon' do when you up in the comeback?
Bullets start hittin' the back of your truck
My throwaway was a XD compact
Now let me squeak with the wine of that fudge
He want that beat, put him up in the lunch pack
I ain't smokin' after what killed out of love
I'm gettin' high love, baby, that's a fun fact
But marijuana is not a drug
I'm off of X-Lap, trackin' for dirt
Napkin for my perk, yeah, it must've been a dud
I'm tryin' to bump on this beef, I like contact
Not too scared to come out where we was
Hollow tips, hit him, explode on contact
Rip him up quick, it's way, get him a buzz
He don't drop videos, cause he too broke to go bounce from close
F*** up bums, A.I. flip a car, rip through the motor
It sound like explosives, a bunch of lungs
I got a switch on the now with a drum
It's a fastening brand, no way he can run
I don't feel sympathy, turn to a memory
Cut my dog off for me and the bros
I got some good smack time, my backpack
Hit it with Superman, turn it to fudge
I'm feelin' sexy, I just put his mans in the dark
So tell him to get it in blood
I'm on the A-Rod, D-Rap a day-day
I swear they f***ed 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 f***ed up, thinkin' bout robbin' me
Up with that Dre, make him missin' the boy
I got into it when we played the basketball
I was the first to take s*** off the court
I'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm Marcus
So I was just plottin' on robbin' a sword
I let him die, make him count to a thousand
He move, he gon' die before he make a choice
Look in his eyes, I can tell he a b***h
Man, I know he didn't hop out the porch, he was forced