[Intro]
Producer Tag

[Verse]
Posted up on the mop block, wit' the thirty tucked re-real tight
Gun smoke go to his face 'cause I don't do no fights
I'm po'd up, I'm throwed off, you n***as be so soft
I was right there, you was right there
You was wit' a gun, It didn't go off
I got this Glock 40 on my hip, I saw the police so I had to dip
I got that Mac wit' that extended clip
I'm on the block, I'ma make a flip
Dr-Drive by in that black van
Got a new chopper straight from Japan
I'm off the lean, off the Codeine and I'm leanin' like a kickstand
Break down these Backwoods 'cause I'm rollin' gas, I'm smokin' gas
Let a n***a talk about me, I'ma roll him up, I'ma smoke his ass
In the field wit' a chrome, dressed in all black
And I'm gon' off the drugs, I'm gone off the Act'
My n***as down to ride, you better be outside
'Cause you was talkin' 'bout me but you not ready to die
Shootin' all these guns, my bullets gonna glide
These n***as scary, always wanna hide
My choppa talkin' to yo' face, open wide
You always do that Twitter talkin', come and slide
These n***as made because I took they guns and took they hoes
These n***as mad because I got that money and got the dough
These n***as made because I'm up next and they next do'
And if a n***a take my things then I ain't 'bout to go
Got a pole, let it blow, pockets swole, money do not fold
Pistol show the pleasure, ayy, bullets show the measure, ayy
I am a trendsetter, ayy, I will show you terror, ayy
No, I ain't no teller, ayy, but shout-out my bank-teller, ayy
Pistol to ya head, we want answers, that's that pressure, ayy
[Outro]
Producer Tag