Chorus x2
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 I: kirblagoop
I tote 5, I tote 5
Its always on my side if im slippin i might die
Dont ask me why i ride
Dont ask me why i ride
Why everybody so pie and 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 here servin dope fuckin yo hoe throat, been robbin
He been cookin a1 whippin in the kitchen
No keys in the charger
(?)
Dont speak without persmission
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
I fucked yo hoe well i ain't gon {?}
She like the way i plug walk, yves saint laurent
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 II : Ruben Slikk:
Hop the counter and take everything in sight
Being broke is something that i really dont 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 im 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 its fuck the 12
And fuck the 5 0 n***a i got H mobb clientele
Quarter backin no jaw jackin H mobb packin im straight jibbin
Pimp shit stuck to the strip its still fuck a bitch and mothafuck a prison
Bean with the new {?} xans with the new hoes
Ima just fuck allem hoes to sleep
Trappin like a jim bob
Packin like a straight drop
Ima ship my own shit to me AH