Bandana taddle my pride, n***a
All they talk, “I’m scared,” n***a!
Get the fuck up by the car, n***a
Like Cain’s cousin hurled, n***a!
Serial numbers crest up
I got bodies on this bitch!
You want a buy, I could text her
A hundred dollars for this shit!
In position of a fire arm
Bitches love my gun wild!
I don’t play with no n***a
Don’t blame, that’s not my fault!
As long as there’s no one talk
That means that no one comes
We don’t need no gun licenses
And tell them, “fuck your gun lot!”
I’m on my seat murder shit
Talk choppers like I’m soldier slim
Walking with these two blocks
And I hope that they don’t notice them!
Growеd up with Latuce, baby kept me in thеir booth
Told them you do what you do
Any problems, let me shoot!