Stockton

Look I, I heard them suckas cooking up, well they gon' die together Yeah, I be fucking with them Glocks, but I like barettas First trip I ever took was with a Smith though That boy was speaking in the M, caught a slit throat Ain' nobody in my drill 'cause I don't miss bro Then I pull up to your block and take a piss, ho Barrel still smoking, caught him in the open Singing me a kill 'cause I know them suckas wolfing Pull up to the show once my niggas get to topping Powder in the head, I know you smell it 'cause it's pokey Drop the whole hunnid, I ain't leaving nothing less Opposition want the smokin' but it don't relieve the stress Pull my drill out, then slam it, I only wanna do a stretch You better keep up with them hammers, you'll never know next, huh We can box but I don't guarantee my brother will You just want a picture with them niggas, you a sucka still Give a fuck 'bout where you from, this my brother drill Run the thumb, keep your gun, I'm popping like a pill ThIs nigga sly, catch him slipping, he will suffer again And it won't be because he's scared, it's because he can Can't be tweaking, crazy bitch, we goin' on a ramp And gotta do no further looking, catch me in the land