Ask what I’m cookin, jus the look on the stove

Don’t call me no lamb, ks Tim never fold


Packin that heat, she touchin her toes


When I throw up my hands you gon them 4’s




Verse 1


Killin this beat, but I am no Jason

Throw like I’m Rudolph, but don’t call me mason

I’m never is scared, you won’t see me pacin

I’m cuffin lil shorty, we got correlation




We goin pound for pound

We goin gram for gram

We put his face on a shirt

Ks he was tellin the plan

They said yo homie got murked

I seen him live on the gram

I guess his blicky didn’t work

Must’ve got caught in a jam






Don’t call my phone I won’t answer

Do not reply to no drama
Ks I get mad like a panthеr

R.I.P Kobe the Goat

We packin tools no hammеrs

Born in the cold , Scorpio

So I can’t deal with no Cancer




Packin that heat, but we is not fire

Don’t do job, consider you fired

We send them dawgs, We got em for hire

Selling them packs, we got sum buyers

Said he was high, we sent him higher

That boy is chicken, go get them friars

That boy is Pigeon, 12 got em wired



Verse 3

We got them dracos

You better lay low

Wait for the truckload

Spray if I say so

Kick down yo front door

We want the quesos

Takin yo pesos