Hold up, this crafty beat, this crafty beat
That one that old dog, I'll tell the DJ run it back
22 in the straight choppers, I ain't fuckin' with that scrap
It just keep growin', tweetin', I'ma pop his fuckin' hat
Watch this man's cry, body tell his ass, laugh at that
If I jump right on your ass, it ain't no change, you bustin' back
All that Superman *, get your ass put on your back
Niggas never had a pole, but he screamin', he don't laugh
Quit the setting on that block, we poppin' ass the way I laugh
Pole deep in this, run no hair, I know this ain't no splat
Tryna watch this nigga die in a few days with double back
Bro, 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' fuckin' kill his ass and make him sum up all that *
* that nigga cause he dead, so carry on with that *
Bitch, I do my own work, so my own, I blitz
Niggas dissin' cause they mad about them dead ass opps
Hit them legs, then I air, once they drop, don't stop
Dirty clip on this, blizzy 50 on the A
And they hit me when they see me, tryna catch me
Baby, Rollo with the stick, and I like jumpin' out the car
Cause I'd chase your ass down and put nine in your top
I'm a fuckin' stink champ, show your ass where my father had to cut her ass off
Cause she ain't wanna let me *
I get silly off that henny, tryna * a nigga
I got my niggas in this bitch, so boy, it ain't no one-on-one
Let me get outside the club, murder one, somebody die
Get the bacon out the crowd, and my chair by the run
Got a chopper in the car, I ain't bring the bitch for nothing
If I go in the backseat, bet I'll run and make it fun
I don't really like the route, cause I've been drillin' up
I want you, but I hope I ain't do it to you
You get caught without that gun
You a bitch, and you know that your partner is too
New off, back in the house, but niggas down, ain't nothin' new
38 in the club, you bet I steal my * shoe
I spill drink on my clothes, bitch, cause everything new
Scribble bitch on that pole, break a hole, my one or two
Quick 30 with no perky, imagine what do we do
He ride that * with them guys, then he get banked too
50 round on the stick, show you what that thing do
Brother actin' like he on the wheel, crack his brain too
Yo, come outside this bitch, I died, and the guys blame you
You gon' hide it, you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through
So we can party, fuckin' cargo, till your hood is swank too
Run her up, nigga down, leave his brains on the shoe
We the gang, chop her bang, bitch, we aim when we shoot
Mask on, gloves tight when I'm flamin' that shoe
We'll never live up when this bitch be stayin' at them too