[Verse 1]
Understand your game plan
Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan
Pull up to the Pope where I don’t understand your game plan
Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan

[Verse 2]
Then a grab my Glock with the quickness blast this bitch up in his fucking chest
Bang out bloodstains, squeezin' till’ my bottom fell
Grabbed a couple swishers, let the tint over-

[Chorus]
Smoked out, when twenty gauges
Smoked out, when twenty gauges
Rest don't hit the gas now
Rest don't hit thе gas now

[Verse 3]
Then a grab my Glock with the quickness blast this bitch up in his fucking chеst
Bang out bloodstains, squeezin' till' my bottom fell
Grabbed a couple swishers, let the tint over reloaded out
Rest don't hit the gas now
Going back to Elmridge, countin' all my cheese
Robbin, gankin, stangin is my favorite game