This an AR-15 bitch
Not a .357 bitch
Slide through the paint like Shawn Kemp
There go bro there with the assist
Auntie keep calling me, "Come back!"
Any coke I cook come back
Any Glock I shoot gon kill 'em
Fuck that bitch and fuck her feelings!

Too Tuff Tone back and he lit
I'm on a bean this not some shit
This not for you to cut ya sniff (Yuh)
Back up, y'all got me started
Don't wanna hear y'all tape they garbage

Who done started Slitherman?
Stepped in with a 100 grams
Stepped in with 250 grams
With a pocket rocket on my hip (Yeah Yeah Yeah) (Uh)

Walk in that bitch with dubs
Tete keep telling me "Tе amo", she love me
Bookеr T this shit'll get ugly
Boy broke as shit don't want money (Yeah)
She broke as shit don't want money
Candyman, candyman, candyman (Yuh)
I got nose candy
Bitch think she bad, bambi
Bitch, do you understand me?
Bitch, big Neph deserve a grammy
Calm down, you're not in a loop
Glock hit his head TULULULU-TUTUTU

Somebody direct me to the party
I can direct you to the molly
This dope here might kill somebody
This a cocaine and pill party
Hold the fuck up slow it down
Too much dope turn it down
Unc' body in the lost and found
Yuhhhh
I cannot quit, hell nah
Step in, brake the rail off
Pray to god they don't tell on me
Two time felon with crack on me
Two time felon with heroin on me
I got sleeves and bundles on me (Yuh)

Bitch, I got sleeves
I got sleeves, I got sleeves
I got sleeves, I got sleeves
I got sleeves, I got sleeves
Bitch, I got sleeves
I got bundles, I got bundles
I got bundles, I got bundles
I got bundles, I got bundles
I got bundles