[Verse 1]
Draco on me, ain't 'pose to have no Draco on me
N***a run up in this bitch, I'm turnin' straight to Tony
Big choppa, but a n***a boney
Knock some sauce out your noodle, n***a rigatoni
Fuck it I'll go to jail, and kick it with whoadies
Kill me I'll burn in hell, with all my dead homies
Was a young shooter out there head hungry
Now if I want a n***a dead I'm puttin' bread on him
What's 20, shit I made that off a mixtape
Next mixtape, I need 50 bands straight
With the bricks, I may shit, I can't calculate
Get a [?] with the auto, I'll chop illustrate
AR in the car but I'm featherweight
I smoked this bitch n***a, his clique n***as gon' hesitate
I got some choppers for who with me and whoever ain't
I'm finna pull up to your mom's house and decorate

[Chorus]
Street n***a, with an attitude
Skinny n***a, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, bitch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue
Street n***a, with an attitude
Skinny n***a, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, bitch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue
[Verse 2]
You ain't heard about them last pussy n***as owed me
Boy please, I don't freeze, bitch I'm gettin' funky
I put a donut on your head, n***a holy moly
I melt n***as like cheese over pepperoni
I'm with Cheese or Jaweez, real n***as only
Bitch, we grew up playing the block like that n***a Boadie
I've never took it to the rack but I'm Jordan, Kobe
I told them blood n***as back like my OG Goldie
N***a this gun bigger than [?] n***a he 5'5
He talkin' crazy off that molly, n***a he tryna die
Boy, don't think I'm finna box cause we the same size
GPS up on his chest, n***a I'm tryna find him

[Chorus]
Street n***a, with an attitude
Skinny n***a, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, bitch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue
Street n***a, with an attitude
Skinny n***a, with a heavy tool
I ain't tryna box, bitch I'd rather shoot
Got it off the block, off that avenue