They gone make me get out my body

I Got killers in too many states

Who the fuck say they wanted a problem

Bet these hollows gone chew at his face

We been knew that they wanted to rob us

We surrounded by too many K’s

Couple murders ain’t nobody solve em

We just get that li shit out the way

Wait

I need a 50 in this dirty blicky

She know I’m picky ion like em skinny

Better get with it they gone come up missing

Fuck up a check I guess I’m getting plenty

And I switch it up like a mufucker

But let me get back on the beat

I fuck her raw but I never love her

Send that bitch back to the streets

Get hit in yo jaw midget muscle

Bet this 40 gone put em to sleep

Shawty say she want a real hustler so that’s why she fucking with me

Hol up

Ima keep it goin for the one time

Stop lieing hoe you know I’m on the front line

Told me I can beat it up like drumline I be all in her guts like lunch time

Run it back like the mufuckin combine

No time let me show you what I’m talmbout

**** chain never really have no shine got em lookin cause I know a **** want mine

All that pretend shit for the birds

Big chop gone seal the deal from the curb

Put em on real drill let em learn

40 Glock hot as hell let em burn

I pass the baton to my middle man

Chevy shackin like dice we be rolling in

Popped a perk before the fight tryna go again

Big Erk give em slugs like a mortorman

Fuck that shit make em work for the title

Ion play boy that paper shit Vital

If I run outta breath get the rifle

Ima send em to god and go pray on the Bible

These **** crumble like 30 year paint

Did shit on that block **** know I got rank

VIP bad bitches pouring my drank

Glock came wit the fit in the club wit my shank