[Intro]
(Boy, it's [?] Angels Beats)
(Damn, Frosky, you fuckin' 'em up)
(Wait, [?] made this?)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Got her tryna leave her n***a, she know he can't shit like me
Lab pendants off the frosty Cartis, bitch, the kit icy
Fuck her, got the switchie on the back, you know the blick spicy
I be doggin' hoes, I ain't speakin' to no bitch nicely
Militia-type time, we up dog shit
If we see a sack around, you know we gon' all blitz
I ain't say a thing, hoes hoppin' on my balls quick
Glock with the switch, lightbulb, get your dog lit
Rockin' shit that you don't see in store
I could throw the lob up, I know my dogs, they'll score
We got rich n***a vibes, all my opps lookin' poor
Bitch, I'm jumpin' off the roof, I see the cops at the door

[Verse 2]
My chop be tryna blow anybody likе a whore
I'm about to go delievеr this baby like a stork
You tryna ride my wave, go get a boat and an oar
Man, these n***as don't step how I step, I'm gettin' coins
I get the pack and make it disappear, hocus pocus
You in the trap, come to the White House 'cause I'm the [?]
I'm with some n***as throwin' up gang signs, we gotta protest
First thing I asked her "Can I fuck?", that's my ho test
Now she gave me bird brain, I'm finna get you your own nest
Bro hold the FN with two hands, you know I know best
These bullets'll turn your kevlar into a foam vest
I'ma just fuckin' kick her out, you let the hoes vent
You a shoulder to cry on
I'm petty, I don't let bygones be bygones
I'm finna set him up for a shootin' like a tripod
And I just hit another stain, I need a Tide pod