[Intro]
Baby
Yea these Rick Owens and
Yea my pistol stolen
Three holes in ya head it look like we going bowling

[Chorus] x2
Yea they Rick Owens and
Yea my pistol stolen
Three holes in ya head it look like we going bowling
Everybody ain't real I guess I had to learn it
We don't know who try to kill me
So we going purging

[Verse 1]
Tony start exploding
Fo grab them pistols loaded
? , cause them bullets be exploding
Momma always crying she keep fucking up my focus
Telling me I'm chosen, but I'm to street and I know this
I remember scoping
I get close I'ma poke him
Down the way to the best way, but I think these n***as know this
European trip I just came from ?
Got a bad bitch and she know I get that coke in
Runnin with a chopper n***a, try me I'ma blow it
Don't wanna meet your bro man
Don't wanna meet your hoes man
All about my paper
I'll be everywhere the dough is
Never spend a hater
And I never fucked a broke bitch