Hit ya block then wet it up with a choppa (Ski, ski, ski)

Swear to god then I fuck ya bop (Ski, ski, ski)

Left hand cooking check my wrist (Ski, ski, ski)

On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks (Ski, ski, ski)

Hit ya block then wet it up with a choppa (Ski, ski, ski)

Swear to god then I fuck ya bop (Ski, ski, ski)

Left hand cooking check my wrist (Ski, ski, ski)

On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks (Ski, ski, ski)

I tote fire, I tote fire

It's always on my side, if I'm slippin' I might die (I ain't gon' die)

Don't ask me why I ride (Do not)

Don't ask me why I ride (Bitch)

Why everybody so pie and pussy, that life they live is a lie (Pussy)

Why they sayin' he jugg

Ima take them hostage (Ima take yo' ass hostage)

My down south trenches got a up north bitch that stay in Boston

That's how I go

Been out here servin' dope, fuckin' yo' hoe throat, been robbin' (Been robbin')

He been cookin' A1, whippin' in the kitchen (A1)

No keys in the charger, just a flathead for the ignition (A stolen car)

Don't speak without permission (Hell no)

Hoe, watch yo' mouth (Better watch yo' mouth bitch)

Tuck my 40, roll my weed, serve my ounce

Respect KirbLaGoop

{?} but first you gotta call yo' friends (Call yo' friends)

So I can get to you friends and get more friends and make my ends (Ima fuck all 'em hoes)

I fucked yo' hoe, well I ain't gon {?} (I'm not sorry)

She like the way I plug walk, Yves Saint Laurent

Hit ya block then wet it up with a choppa (Ski, ski, ski)

Swear to god then I fuck ya bop (Ski, ski, ski)

Left hand cooking check my wrist (Ski, ski, ski)

On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks (Ski, ski, ski)

Hop the counter and take everything in sight (Ski, ski, ski)

Being broke is something that I really don't like (Slikk, Slikk)

Seek the chances, late night lurking with a pipe (Wit' the pipe)

Spit in **** faces right in front of they fucking wife (Blatt, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

I was in the stolen, fuckin' kill em with my knife

But that's a waste of time, my ****, I love my fuckin' life

Crazy bitches payin' me to be my fucking wife

They love that I'm polygamist and beat the pussy right

I tell my bitch to whip that bitch to keep that hoe in line

No contact sports like pimpin', fragile when you strapped wit' iams

And everybody snitchin' on me, man, it's fuck the 12

And fuck the 5-0, ****, I got H mobb clientele (Hoe boss, hboss)

Quarter backin', no jaw jackin', H mobb packin', I'm straight jibbin'

Pimp shit stuck to the strip, it's still fuck a bitch and mothafuck a prison

Bean with the new {?}, xans with the new hoes

I'ma just fuck all 'em hoes to sleep

Trappin' like a Jim Bob

Packin' like a straight drop

I'ma ship my own shit to me, AH