[Intro]
(NoLimitAustin)

[Verse]
If this bullet don't hit his head, it's gon' whack his spine
I specialize in 211s and 459s
Mama know I got a problem, I'm obsessed with weapons
I was taking mugshots, I ain't learn my lesson
Now I'm blowing ten bands at the Gallery
I fuck model hoes, a bum bitch can't get next to me
Joint of the year, it ain't a n***a ahead of me
They copy drip, but they can't figure the recipe
In the field looking for chinky, we need them bucks
Hands in the air, I got a stick, if you move, I bust
Where the Perc'? Where the Wock'? I need my drugs
I told that bitch she might fold, she can keep her love
He talkin' like he Mad Max and he don't got a pole
I'm really walkin' n***as down in designer clothes
These ain't the regular Air Forces, these say Supreme
I'm on the block with a Glock, the stick hanging out my jeans
Smell like a pound of zaza and some Dior cologne
Got n***as in the club with ski masks, you know what time we on
I'm a n***a in my hood, never gave a statement
They smelled the Cookies when we arrive, real Gary Payton
Your n***a scared to come around, we got him pressured up
I'm killing n***as 'bout my chains, but you can test your luck
I boogie down on any n***a, I don't need no mask
I'm trigger-happy, if we beef, you can't get no pass
I strip n***as for they jewels, you better hide your watch
PJ just called me on FaceTime with a pint of Wock'
We the n***as that made n***as wanna get some money
I don't want that pussy, you fuck n***as who broke and bummy
Better duck your head, we got choppers with beams
He must ain't heard I'm passin' out angel wings
High-speed type of n***as, the police can't make us stop
You don't gotta ask, you know I'm equipped with a Glock