It's so tight on in the fifth side way to the birds, right back to the big swing

Two different razors, Dracs and glizzies, fat ass .62s, big ass ten mill

Trying to swing that dough, you must be dizzy

I ain't real man, 'bout to get busy

On shit so hold us out for titties, snatch straight some cats balled up them in

We hit a few blocks, ain't nobody outside

They ain't trying to collide, this shit against us

We'll bake 'em a cake, get launched this way, get caught, you ain't never coming back to the crib

Tryna run from the Drac', your worst mistake

Halos in his back, so why they big?

When they lost low ain't no get back so, so right after in the B.E.L.S

The Draco ducked with the J and one of them cars wet so gas up the house and go hunt, yeah

He act crazy, that shit don't faze me

I'm one of them ****, you gotta show me something

Never need no crowd for me to get wild, I done walked up dolo left to the slum

Shorty got caught at the G on the bike, no, he tried to run, he feel 'bout a pump

Never duck no smoke if you ain't with the opps

Locked in and all you better know is that

And that shit go forget 'em past the coupe, the nine, in the light

All the way to the 'burbs, back to out west

West Vic got a touch, now you can whoop pack

Left the shit on the curb, now you can't say a word

I still blow strokes for Lo and Jack

Just hit the phone and we gon' swing

Fat-ass Chris vest, micros and minis

See, I blow dope and I sip lean

Left pocket and I'm guac in my jeans

I'ma make it home by any means

No question, I'm blowin' this guarantee

If a bite don't fall, we ain't gon' leave

First time gotta bleed, then the mission complete

Never duck no smoke if you ain't with the opps

Locked in and all you better know is that

And that shit go forget 'em past the coupe, the nine, in the lot

All the way to the 'burbs, back to out west

West Vic got a touch, now you can whoop pack

Left the shit on the curb, now you can't say a word

I still blow strokes for Lo and Jack (****)