[Intro]
Hmm, hmm

[Chorus]
I 'd do everything for my gang n***a and my family
I fucked yo different bitch the same day call it double whammy
Huh, walk around with that pack on me n***a fuck that fanny
Bitch said she got a sweet tooth for the dick hoe said she love candy
Swear we jack em like Jackson we fuckin they sisters like Janet
I'm off Xans, Glock 17 make em panic
Gang, we get [?] vampire shit ain't landin
Took a rap n***a chain' fuck it we ain plan it, ye'en never felt no real pain fuck n***a you wouldn't understand
[?] in this sauna jump em like a rabbit
I feel like a mummy wrap em up and stab em
I lost all my friends I ain't got no rеason to never be cappin
Feel likе I'm dead the way I be rappin on this damn beat, but fuck all this rappin
Crash out and go' cap em man that's fuckin tragic
Opp don't come to this block hit em with the one in the head
I put the fye to his face told me I can have it
Took the jakes on that chase find me, they ain catch me
N***a my whoa come and get chu n***a fuck that lackin
I can get you by myself, my brotha come and get you really it don't matter
We pull out them Glocks so fuck the chit-a-chatter
Bitch come to my block to see who big or badder
N***a flew up to the top floor, fuck that ladder
Babylife make em piss his self, fuck up his bladder
N***a they keep wanna go up we the number 1 trapper
Told kilo you'll risk get another life, probably gotta stab her
7-6 backwood, roll we ion got no lighter
Told my whoa go ahead fuck the bitch just gon' head pipe her
We shittin on lame ass n***as fuck that damn diaper
She had said what bout the mobb, I pull out that rifle
BL whackin shit the number one tiger
And I pipe her head up just to fuck ion like her
I know real whoas in the Bronx free them boys out rikers
Fire arm on me, fuck tha firefighter
Die hard bout BL I'll die behind the tiger
Lil bitch can't facetime I'll probably Skype her
Lil bitch can't Skype me I'll prolly write her
N***a talm bout that Glock missing, know I'm the number one striker
Good gas come shop that my number one buyer
N***as be switchin like some spare tires
You n***as be bitches just like aphrodita
Got locked up fucked around and lost my client
Playin with mob you gon' hear them sirens
Big bad wolf 10 letter giant
Tryna make this shit work baby girl I'm tryin
Put the Glock on his fore head we might fuck up his linin
Yeah, bitch I'm popular but I'm still lonely
Beat ya Lil brotha ass I fuckin told em
Been beatin they fucking partna ass in front of that corner
You know these rubber bands, they ain't my problem
Dont fuck with that fake shit I don't condone it
Eat his face just like chicken then we call em bonie
Fuckin up his game system call me romey
If you not fuckin with me, I'm not for you
I took momma on the Bora Bora (ora, ora, ora)