I got a stick and a burner like incense
I see dead people like the sixth sense
Run up on me and get put in the past tense
I run your pockets and only found five cents
Motherfuckers don’t know who they’re up against
Y’all only shooting shit when it’s self defense
Fucked up in the crib eatin’ some random shit
Pop the henny while I’m sippin’ with your bitch
Brand new Glock 9 now I’m with the shit
Ride around the city and I’m hittin’ licks
Might finesse you so watch who you talkin’ to
Shut the fuck up I just want the revenue
Swervin’ and speedin’ the fuck down the avenue
I just might lose my life from the drug abuse
Fuck it though I’m pourin’ up In the jungle juice