[Chorus]
Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
Shit hit the fan, that n***a snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[Verse 1]
You're outta luck, you better duck, I'll blow your head off
You run off with that pack, my n***as cut your legs off
Slept with the money, it took an hour to clean the bed off
I'm in my low-low, I'm tryna throw the feds off
These n***as characters, all actors, and DW's
I'm just a pistol toter, duckin' you, you W's
I sipped some dope, it have me high up off the residue
Think you's a big n***a, don't make my chopper measure you
They took you in investigation room and pressured you
They must've knew that you would fold, yeah, they pressured you
I couldn't fuck your bitch, I had a busy schedule
These VVS's make my wrist look like a swimming pool
You better find the exit 'fore them bullets enter you
This for them broke n***as, I hope I'm not offending you
You got your vest on but it's not defending you
Pussy n***a dissin' me, you down for me to mental you
My trap house loaded up, with dope fiends
New crib, fill it up, with Flash Gang
N***a let me talk my shit
And if you got a broke disease, go get you some vaccine
[Chorus]
Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
Shit hit the fan, that n***a snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower

[Verse 2]
I iced my neck up, my shit hit harder
I beat the trunk up, my shit hit harder
Smoke out the pound, make the blunt hit harder
You tote that nine bitch, my chopper hit harder
Kill more [?], huh, I hit the pussy harder
She call me daddy, like she is my daughter
We make this so fast, n***as hate harder
I need my old school dunk, Vince Carter
It got that deep dish, paint mascara
I put some Forgies on it, now it's much taller
Just took a broke n***a's bitch, she want a baller
Didn't want your service anymore, you couldn't afford her

[Chorus]
Front me some dope, I cross you over like the Globetrotters
I'm in the club putting in orders for the gold bottles
Shit hit the fan, that n***a snitched, he couldn't hold water
I get the Pyrex and fill it with some cold water
These forty-five bullets shake like a teeter-totter
I got my son drinking milk out a Gucci bottle
After the drive-by, that car smelled like gunpowder
Aim at your top, crack you open like a sunflower