[Intro:]
[?] n***a
Bang Bang Rizzla Gang

[Verse 1:] [Philly Swain]
Straight out the gutter
Where they bangs for the butter
Sling my guns in the air
Slam on you
Word to mother
Uhh
Think you sweet motherfucker
Try to creep
We put you to sleep like under covers
Hey Fredro
The gas light petrol
Throwing down bullets
Like you young [?]
Talking to the echo
Go harder from the get go
Start to get retarded
Cause the [?] ain’t special
Bad bitch mami
Throw it back like retro
Hittin up on lunch break
Fuckin up her schedule
These same folks will be
Dullin up the metal
Usain Bolt when I’m runnin from the bezzle
Throwing in ghosts
Still runnin with the metal
They used to go
Where you from
Man I’m from the ghetto
And I run at a higher level