[Intro]
She suckin' my soul out my body
My pistol a chopper, please show it to yo' body
My heart, it cold, codeine in the 'Rari
It's so cold, it's so cold (LL Clawz)

[Verse 1]
Me and my gang, we gon' roll up
Just like a switcher, we wheel up
Talk to my gang, told 'em turn up
We shed just like we some turtles
Turnin' that bitch to Twisters, we sell junk just like tornados
Bad lil' bitch on a diet
She gonna pull up, she eat up tomatoes

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh
Fuck with my shoes, uh
The bitch detective, bitch, I'm deep in the clues
She creasin' my Jordans, bitch, she creasin' my shoes
They call me blocky, not no stick, this not Blue's Clues (heh)
Not Blue's Clues, the way I pull up in my shoes
This one is not for you, don't worry, I got some bullets for you
I'll say this shit once, we ride in pairs, we ride in twos
We make that boy impaired, yank off his tits, we made him loose
I put some duct tape on a switch
Wide body, he talkin' 'bout pressin', but that bitch is mad as a witch
Money blue, I'll stack with paper
Choppa hits, I'll never miss
[?], yeah
[Outro]
We smokin', ayy
But shit get rocky
Solid pills made out of piss
He think he slick, but come to your block
Man I'm out front, I'll spin again
Shout out Wes, he got that thrax, we all on P's
We movin' in
My brother' Drac' gon' slide their choppas
Call us up and tell his sins