Verse 1:
First of all no im not a hot n***a middle of the trenches in the drop n***a , glizzy gang we motherfucking cop killers. met every rap n***a they are not hittasrs

Im heading to the ? its a raw house
20 bands for a show she bout fall out
Feds see twenty bricks when they hit the house
Couple n***as run they mouth knowin they can't call out
Jays on my feet youve nevah seen them though
Chain look I just won the Superbowl
I dont talk to the plug on the speaker phone
They just snatched Meek bout a week ago
I Do not wear truks or Tommy Hilfiger
N***as be like they fuckin dont even chill wit us
I be in the field with some real n***as
I get hank and im the king of the hill n***a (trey-seven)
When it comes to dc its just me and the skins
But we just got d jackson so lets se whats up with that
Call up your homie crush will have a slug fest
Im selling scramble coke and smack scoota up next
? and i bought my bitch a ?
Shoulda seen her when we got her she was twerking
Get the purple and my glizzy's get to merking
? throw some money dance with birdman

Law 3 on the way