He pee, don't pont,

Got pot, gun pun

On Hepee

My gun speaking pig Latin, baby

He acting crazy, slide with 380

Don't stick on me, baby, don't stick on me now

Gun on my hip, I don't put it in pouch

Dozens of eggs, I does keep in my couch

I gotta move the eggs out my couch

Load up two dozens, that's 24 rounds

I got no time to relax

Keep it real, real **** gotta feel that

Get the money, break down the P,

And then we flip that

Get the scale weigh an Oz,

And then zip that,

Do it again, them act like to trap is a sin

Whoever trap and made a milli,

I Wanna be him, 3m up in a di bank

I don't have a BM, more money, more power, more problems

Bring a pound, break it down

Play a bad song, killers all around

Tell me who could stop we, ****, use a clone

How you wanna diss we, I brought you around

Don't wanna put you down, 5k for the pound

Got the yard smell pissy, yard smell strong

Incense all around, social distance from clones

So they don't come around, anytime they come around

Them might catch a couple rounds, and that's a lot of rounds

For a lot of clones, and if clones wanna be clones still try come around,

let them walk,

But not for long, till the 9x

Devour them, K tall like tower then, pull up out in the hour

Then thaw, thaw, thaw, thaw

That is how my Glocks sound

Potato on the barrel

Anytime the Glocky come out

Put a chip on this, I guarantee that 3 gon come out

5 hit his chest, his lungs and heart

Jump out,

Never shoot a boy, you're tongue

Will get you gun down,

you don't have to shoot a boy

Just make money and stand down

You could trap or 9 to 5,

Just hold your own ,

And take no handouts, cause when you climbing up the ladder, they gon reach they hand out,

To bring you down

I'm telling you, just like it is,

ain't nothing wrong

Up in the streets, will make a lil boy turn grown

Up in the streets, will make a big boy go home

Yeah, Really Really

I got no time to relax

Keep it real, real **** gotta feel that

Get the money, break down the P,

And then we flip that

Get the scale weigh an Oz,

And then zip that,

Do it again, them act like to trap is a sin

Whoever trap and made a milli,

I Wanna be him, 3m up in a di bank

I don't have a BM, more money, more power, more problems

He pee, don't pont,

Got pot, gun pun

On Hepee

My gun speaking pig Latin, baby

He acting crazy, slide with 380

Don't stick on me, baby, don't stick on me now

Gun on my hip, I don't put it in pouch

Dozens of eggs, I does keep in my couch

I gotta move the eggs out my couch

Load up two dozens, that's 24 rounds

My Killy tell me he want shot a man now,

I told him not now, we on money right now

It's like he don't know, war slow everything down

Need more money right now, that exotic down town

Need exotic right now,

Call up the plug for a pizza right now

Let we rip the P down, and then flip it around, shit

Look, now we feeding the tone