Skully

Pull up, I'm leaving 'em pocketless I keep a Glock in the rocket ship I get the cash and ain't gon' deposit it Open his coffin, I'm robbin' it I shoot 'em up 'cause we not gonna politic I get the pussy and slaughter it I ain't no rookie, I'm rounding up novices I'm castin' the shadow, they followin' 40 up on my wrist I don't wanna call my bitch Find me in the cold with the Bloods, and the Ghosts, and the Crips Fucking with the gang, then you better not slip I been outta range, y'all miss Take 'em for his name, now your body in abyss Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now I ain't ever playing, hell fire in the clip Pull up, I'm taking yo' chain away He want a favor, I'm makin' him pay me Said he gon' fade me, I'm making 'em fade away I send a shot at the op by the daily From the trenches, 40k with a rocket I keep it on me, I ain't ever gon' lack Yeah, you got a gun, but never gon' pop it I'm sendin' a shot, leave some holes in his back Yuh aye I'm in the city, lil' bitch, I'ma pull up and shoot up yo' block You cannot get me, I tag 'em They toes looking heavy, I'm leavin' a trap where they walk 5150, I came with a beam on the bottom I see 'em and shoot 'em a lot You ain't no gangsta', lil bitch you a pussy You talking but never gon' shoot at your ops Taking your chain away Causin' a homicide Talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die Glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized He levitating, I'm leavin' 'em petrified I flip a check that I cannot deposit I'm never gon' talk 'less we talkin with straps I'm never gon' lack If I'm on the block alone Bitch, you know I keep that Glock in my bag Pull up, I'm leaving 'em pocketless I keep a Glock in the rocket ship I get the cash and ain't gon' deposit it Open his coffin, I'm robbin' it I shoot 'em up 'cause we not gonna politic I get the pussy and slaughter it I ain't no rookie, I'm rounding up novices I'm castin' the shadow, they followin' 40 up on my wrist I don't wanna call my bitch Find me in the cold with the Bloods, and the Ghosts, and the Crips Fucking with the gang, then you better not slip I been outta range, y'all miss Take 'em for his name, now your body in abyss Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now I ain't ever playing, hell fire in the clip