(Damn Killah, you goated)
(Ayo Synthetic)
(Mike Dior)

[Intro]
(Ooh)
(Aah)
(Aah-aye)
(Mmh-mh, mh, mh, mh)

[Chorus]
I got a stick, it holds thirty two
Hollow tips flyin', they be cuttin' through
I been missin' part of me
I been missin' part of you

[Verse 1]
Racks up, now I gotta stand tall
I been high all week, I can barely walk
I don't sip the lean, I don't need the wok
That bitch popped a bean, she just gave me top
You a fuckin' bitch, you a fuckin' opp
I been chasin' money I could never stop
I can't chase no bitch, I can't love no bop
I can make bullets rain, I got a hundred shots
[Verse 2]
Riding' through the hood, we like four deep
Even if I was lonely, got the .40
Turn your four door to a coupe, you don't know me
You no kin to me, not my homie
You don't got no aim so I don't bleed
You fuckin' baby in a high seat
And you sippin' Hi-C
I'm so high I need Visine
Why you bitches lying?