I'm back in my bad, they stealin' my swag, but this the original flowIf I see her off, then I'm peelin' this boat* her, walk for that lane, pour a pint on his toeNow, who want the smoke? Yeah, I want the smoke* all that talkin', let me get your doughI'm Peter on my B, a B-baby low, and I got tiny lowsAnd I * with the folks, and I * with the Joes, and I * with the bloodMy B keep a scrap, I ain't fuckin' with studsJack * the B, but I told her it's loveI was so down, I looked up, sent the sidewalkMe and my brothers, we played in the mudI'm feelin' offset, I just might bust down the carThis old bitch, if he's up, then it's toughWhat you gon' do when you up in that comeback?Bullets start hittin' the back of your truckMy throwaway was a XD compactNow let me squeak with the wine of that budHe want that B, put him up in the lunch packI ain't smokin' after what killed out of loveI'm gettin' high, lil' baby, that's a fun factMy marijuana is not in the drugI'm off a X-lap, trackin' for dirtNapkin for my perk, yeah, it must've been a dudI'm tryin' to bump on this B, find like contactNiggas were scared to come out where we wasHolo-tips hit him, explode on contactRip him up quick, it's way, get him a buzzHe don't drop videos, cause he too broke to go buy him some clothesThis nigga a bumHey, I flip a car, rip through the motorIt sound like explosives, a bunch of alumsI got a switch on the now with a drumIt's a fastin' brand, no way he can runI don't feel sympathy, turn to a memoryCut my dog off, a million of bucksI got some good smack time, my backpackHit it with Superman, turn it to fudgeI'm feelin' sexy, I just put his mans in the darkSo tell him to get it in bloodI'm Uncle Elroy, D-Rap a day-dayI swear these niggas my lil' bitty boysWhen I got locked up, feelin' for robberyWent back to school and they gave me a boardYou got me * up, thinkin' bout robbin' meUp with that Dre, make him missin' the boardI got into it when we played the basketballI was the first to take * off the courtI'm on the block, man, I feel like I'm MarcusSo I was just plottin' on robbin' a swordI let him die, make him count to a thousandThese movies gon' die before we make a choiceLook in his eyes, I can tell he a bitch, manI know he didn't hop out the porch, he was forced