Once again I'm lockin' with TP, we finna make a hit I brought the hoe to the south Smoked up, put the hoe on the mouth P-card up, Ta***a's down Make a hoe work, she gon' move out my Out her snout Back to the *** and I rap Make it bout the king hit top Handgun with a hundred rounds Don't know what I made out the trap Don't know what I made out the crook The moves I pulled on nigga was shook Got locked and my money got took Had 20 hoes, they loaded my book I'm fine throwin' ass like crook And I don't pull the moves, gotta keep that jook Call my mother, gun in the crook And hit him and fall, some *** he ain't look Call me back, let's share the day 6-4-1-L-3-2, her to play Switch the bench, she don't know it's a raid Get her to switch, I'ma drive with the trade 6-4-1-bullet, hit the lights, get away Balenciaga's day, she's drunk by the day Shoot poppin' fast, don't post *** for days Keep fast ***, we spittin' out deep, it's crackin' Keep all the skats and they can't say they hit me I see murders in my tunnel, bitch Rich skater, it's savage, they all never listen Chop off a dog with that fist We preggers all night, get the drop from the bitch She know I give a *** about feelings She givin' me opps, she know how to get me *** her, get out of there, go back to spittin' Plan one number, we up in the dizzy Get a lil' bitch, let my middle man get it Hustler, *** him, my red bitch with me Stackin' up props, that all *** in the city The AI-6-2 in there, lit off a 60 He was trollin', he got him mad, now he trippin' Lit off a 60 in a minute I brought the hoes to the south Sparked up, put that hoe on her mouth P-card up, turn *** into a dime Make a hoe work, she gon' move her mind Back to the *** and I rap Make it about the king hit top Handgun with a hundred rounds Don't know what I made out the trap Don't know what I made out the crook The moves I pulled on niggas was shook Got locked, my money got took Had 20 hoes, now they loadin' my books I'm finna throw ass like Crook And I don't pull the moves, gotta keep that juke Copped my gun to Crook and hit him in the fall Son of a ***, he ain't look She bad as ***, we spit, y'all demons crackin' She bought a sketch and the cash that'll hit me I see murders in my tunnel, bitch Rich guy that can save his day, I never listen Y'all put a dollar on that bitch, we fragile Now I get the drop from the bitch She know I give a *** about feelings She givin' me up, she know how to get me