[Chorus: KirbLaGoop]
Hit ya block then I wet it up with a choppa
Swear to god then I fuck ya bop
Left hand cooking check my wrist
On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks
Hit ya block then I wet it up with a choppa
Swear to god then I fuck ya bop
Left hand cooking check my wrist
On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks

[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
I tote 5, I tote 5
It's always on my side, if I'm slippin' I might die (I ain't gon' die)
Dont ask me why I ride (Do not)
Dont ask me why I ride (Bitch)
Why everybody so pie and pussy, that life they live is a lie (Pussy)
Why they sayin' he jugg
Ima take them hostage (Ima take yo' ass hostage)
My down south trenches got a up north bitch that stay in Boston
Thats how I go
Been out here servin' dope, fuckin' yo' hoe throat, been robbin' (Been robbin')
He been cookin' A1, whippin' in the kitchen (A1)
No keys in the charger, just a flathead for the ignition (A stolen car)
Don't speak without permission (Hell no)
Hoe, watch yo' mouth (Better watch yo' mouth bitch)
Tuck my 40, roll my weed, serve my ounce
Respect KirbLaGoop
{?} but first you gotta call yo' friends (Call yo' friends)
So I can get to you friends and get more friends and make my ends (Ima fuck all 'em hoes)
I fucked yo' hoe, well i ain't gon {?} (I'm not sorry)
She like the way I plug walk, Yves Saint Laurent
[Chorus: KirbLaGoop]
Hit ya block then I wet it up with a choppa
Swear to god then I fuck ya bop
Left hand cooking check my wrist
On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks

[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Hop the counter and take everything in sight
Being broke is something that I really don't like
Seek the chances, late night lurking with a pipe
Spit in n***as faces right in front of they fucking wife
I was in the stolen, fuckin' kill em with my knife
Stop wastin time my n***a, I love my fuckin' life
Bitches payin' me to be my fucking wife
They love that I'm polygamist and beat the pussy right
I tell my bitch to whip that bitch to keep that hoe in line
No contact {?} pimpin', grab you when you stay behind
And everybody snitchin' on me, man, it's fuck the 12
And fuck the 5-0, n***a, I got H mobb clientele
Quarter backin', no jaw jackin', H mobb packin', I'm straight jibbin'
Pimp shit stuck to the strip, it's still fuck a bitch and mothafuck a prison
Bean with the new {?}, xans with the new hoes
Ima just fuck all 'em hoes to sleep
Trappin' like a Jim Bob
Packin' like a straight drop
Ima ship my own shit to me AH