[Intro]
Put my hands on a bag, make it disappear
That water whip I got, this shit crystal clear
If you catch me in a n***a club, is a pistol near
Pop the hood, grab a couple bags, engine in the rear
7 grams in a wood, you just lit a square
8 lines of old red, you be sipping beer
On my way to my other crib, I just hit a deer
Pistol in my hand while I'm rapping, shoot the engineer

[Verse 1]
Aye, let's get this shit crackin'
20 people pulled up to the trap, man this bitch slappin'
21 shots in the Glock, man this bitch Savage
Tried to moonwalk on the work, I done tripped backwards
I don't fuck with Qualitest cuz the shit nasty
Drinkin' red with my pinky out, takin' sips classy
Fou-five with breathing holes, this bitch got asthma
30 shots, leave you with more holеs than a Ritz cracker
Pop a n***a in the store, right by thе chip baggies
I ain't sellin' nicks and dimes, I need a big baggie
Made a 20 at the crib, I'm in here relaxin'
I ain't have to sell a piece of dope, I'm in this bitch rappin'
Shot a n***a in his head and pushed the shit backwards
My n***a pulled up with some qually and I bitch slapped him
I'm still bout to drink this shit, but I'm unhappy
I'm still walkin' through the dope house, in these big bastards
Paid a ransom for your son, we just kidnapped em'
I tried to calm Ghosts down, he took six addys
I just bust a book open, I'm on the fifth chapter
Pop a n***a 'fore I get the money, I hit licks backwards