Y'all know the * going on. We still a gang in the mob, little bitch.Ayy, get what? Hit a nigga block in the coupe.Flyin' out the farm, what you holla at me, dude?Ayy, look, we gon' hit this nigga block in the coupe.Holla, flyin' out the farm, watch what this chopper bullet do.This bitch a don't stop like Uncle Luke.Since he step in for your beef, his ass get dropped too.Only hang with some stuffers that gon' shoot.All my Santa Claus *, bitch, I'm poppin' out the roof.We gon' hit his ass up since he cool.Also tryna fold *, we put that nigga on the news.Rockstar lifestyle, I'ma rock out with this Glock.Zilla got the AR, just a Swiss cheese to cop.On the lumberjack, man, we pull up and chop blocks.Nigga thought he finna spin, knock the tire off the car.Tryna run from a nigga, you gon' end up like a dog.Don't forget I did sports, you ain't gon' run for that long.Only real speak, real, I don't like talkin' for that long.If I see you on that drill, we gon' talk over them phones.It ain't no eye for an eye, it's an eye for a leg.And it's still Restorado and Free Arthur out that can.Take down like the crank a lot, I hop out and get a sprain.Don't even care who get in here, I'm tryna leave a bitch dead.Boy, these 7.62s like to tumble through the wind.And they chop it through bricks, so either way, you gettin' blammed.Let a nigga play on me, you a fool, I'll be damned.Before he play on my top, I knock the Kodak's out his head.We gon' hit this nigga block in the coupe.Holla, slide, knock the palm, watch what this chopper bullet do.These bitches don't stop like Uncle Luke.Since he steppin' for your beef, his ass get dropped too.I ain't hangin' with some stuffers, that's gon' shoot.On my Santa Claus *, bitch, I'm poppin' out the roof.We gon' hit his ass up, since he cool.Also tryna fold *, we put that nigga on the news.I ain't hangin' with some stuffers, that's gon' shoot.