(Intro)
Smoking dope
N***a know how this shit go
We always change the score
(PBELL)
N***a we got money and we’ll fuck yo’ hoe

(Verse 1)
Aye my n***a sippin’ syrup, he steady trying to kill his car
N***a fuck around with em fuck arounds and get smoked lil mouse
Pull up on a n***a, dump 100 rounds
I ain’t playing, knock a n***a out
N***a I ain’t mainstream, better stay where my opps be, that’s underground
Let that .62 eat his flesh
N***a better ride around with a vest
N***a with a cast out, it’s a mac down, killers run down for that check
N***a I been sliding, on the set
Real deal walk down on shit
I don’t like bitches, I don’t like n***as, I don’t like nobody, that’s that
N***a been a bitch, еverybody know about it
Bro slide around, who next?
Puеrto Rican bitch, she ain’t got no body, but the bitch good with her neck
Pussy n***a cap, he ain’t got no bodies, slap a 30 round in the Tec
Bullets swing ‘round, heard its bullet down, n***a, ain’t, can’t slid on shit
Glock 21, finna get a switch on it
Slap a titty under that bitch
Light said I’m tripping cause I'm with the shits
Cause I be still down for a hit
Take a n***a bitch, ion give her dick
Wanna fuck Dot cause a n***a lit
N***as pissed off cause I’m getting rich
Try to take it from me n***a imma blick
Roll up dope n***a I get high
Eyes real low with a stick on side
Pull on side, bet a n***a won’t try, imma bang my iron, leave a n***a to die
Flicking my wrist like I’m flicking a blick, if I spot me a opp, imma hit him from far
Hit you with a dick, I be up in this bitch, we get up with a n***a and fuck up his car
N***a we drill shit I ain’t playing
We could be broke, that was back then
We used to be broke, n***a what you sayin’?
I then came up, pussy, I’m the man
Leave a whole car load in yo’ car door
Catch a taco or the end
You can get Gatos, shoot his car hoe, put a pothole in yo’ man
N***as got big rolls in they pants
Yeen got money n***a, how ya be?
European Drac, way from outta state, clip in this bitch long like a tree
22 shots in the .23 , talking like he ‘bout it, make him feel the heat
I just met a freak hoe and she creep, tryna make me pull on em and crease
With the hit squad, they don’t give a fuck, tryna smash anything that they see
When I’m in the city, bitch I’m tinted up, riding with a AK on the seat
Only thing I’m ducking is the police
Riding in a bucket n***a on B, finna flush another n***a on B, gossip about another n***a, ain’t me
Aye play and you get tucked in, want some money?
Do a spin
I can’t beef about no cat, she wanna hoe, then go ahead
Choppa space a n***a brain out, like he bowlegged
“Chill out Dot, you need to calm down” that’s what my hoe said
Aye a grown ass n***a chasing clout, that shit so sad
N***as keep my name in they mouth, with they broke ass
Young crew got no bag
You using them, it’s funny when they realize that dying first and you the one that’s dying last
Stupid ass boy, oh pawn ass n***a
Oh faking ass, “ion shoot my gun” ass n***a
“When they hit the corner, imma duck and run” ass n***a
When we push on up em, pop up like “where you going n***a”
Ugh