(Intro)
Why I Walk In With My 9?
N***a Really Cross The Line
Run Up On Me, You Gon Die (Mmm-Mmhmm)
Yea, Yea, Eyeah, (Ohhh)
Yeahh, Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (Okay)

(Chorus)
You can catch me in the city smokin’ dro
Don’t pull up claiming gang, if you really ain’t my Vro
Baby girl don’t get mad at me because I’m doing shows!
But while I’m at my fucking shows, I won’t touch no other hoe (yea)

(Verse)
I’m on the thrax
Choppasticks, Aim At Your Back
Hit them with a bat
If He Eva Lack
That Fuck N***a Snitching, Knew he was a rat
That boy claimin Gangsta, but he cannot fight
He better be lucky I’m sparing his life
I got two hoes, they staying the night
But Ion evеn want eem, Ian Tryna wife

Ian Never Talk Down on No hoе cause that shit weak to me
Oh You Go Against The Grain, You Crossin That Line Lil Bitch And We Gon See
But I ain’t Trippin, I Been Coolin Wit The Plug
You say you got beef with the n***a, But when you see em it’s all love (uh)


I came in your hood, I Vool With My Team
Choppa Like Ronda, I’ll Let This Bitch Song
Know she keep calling, so I let it ring
He talking shit, hit him with the minkers
Binkers
I know these n***as be seekers
If you talk down on my name, you Gon meet the Fuckin reaper (Ahhhh!)

(Chorus)
You can catch me in the city smokin’ dro
Don’t pull up claiming gang, if you really ain’t my Vro
Baby girl don’t get mad at me because I’m doing shows!
But while I’m at my fucking shows, I won’t touch no other hoe (yeah, yeah)