Hold up, this crafty beat
They want that old dog
I'll tell the DJ run it back
Join the, join the straight
Chop a site, but that's *
Keep, keep, keep going
Tweet, I'ma pop a
What's a man's cry?
About to tell his
Laugh at that
If I jump out of your
It ain't no change, you bustin' back
All that super mad
Get your
Put on your back
Never had a pole
But he screamin' he don't laugh
Criticizing me on that block
Poppin' that's the way I laugh
Hold deep in this
Run no hair
I know this ain't no splat
Tryna watch this
Die in a few days
With double back
Bro, no, I'm tryna go and spin
And hit my line like
Where you at?
They on the block right now
Let's go and make them pay
Don't you speak on all that
Cause I'll get you gone for that
We gon'
Let's make a song about this
Cause he dead
So carry on with that
Do my own work
So my own
I bled
This is cause they mad
About them dead
Take them legs
Then I add
Once they drop
Don't stop
Dirty clip on this
Glizzy 50 on the A
And they hit me with this
Hit me tryna catch me
Baby Rollo with a stick
And I like choppin' out the car
Cause I'll chase your
Down and put nine in your top
I'm a
Stink champ
So you
On my fire
Had to cut a
Talk
Cause she ain't wanna let me
I get silly off that
And you tryna
Get up
I got my niggas in the
Boy, it ain't no one-on-one
Let me get outside the club
Everyone's about to die
Get the buggy
Now the crowd
And watch everybody run
Got a chopper in the car
I ain't friendly
For nothing
If I go in the backseat
You better outrun it
Make it fun
I don't really like the route
Cause I'm a driller
Number one
You better hope I ain't
Do it to you
Get caught without that gun
You
Yeah, you know it
And your party is too
New arms back in the house
But down ain't nothin' new
38 in the club
Everybody stop
So I spill drink on my clothes
Cause everything ain't new
Scribble
Turn that pole
Break a hole
On one or two
Quick 30 with no perky
Imagine what do we do
He ride that
With them guys
Then he get banged too
50 round on the stick
Show you what that thing do
Father actin' like he on it
We gon' crack his brain too
Come outside and
Die to the gods
Blame you
You gon' hide it
You gon' slide
Get that flame and swing
So we can party
Cock on to your hood
And swing too
Run a hop
Down leave his brains
On the shoe
With a gang chopper
Baby
We ain't when we shoot
Mask on, gloves tight
When I'm flamin' at you
We'll never live a witness
We can stain that up too