Talking to your bitch, you got a hunnid on the grave

Spend a day with me, now she got a hunnid bands

He don't want no smoke, so he spray into the rain

Hide a body, walk down, 'cause we from the west side

We gang bang killers, and we really run shit

You a fake, drug dealer, we on big boy shit

Breakdown, breakdown, shorty wanna make-out

Hunnid in the choppa, everybody get run downed

Better keep quiet, 'cause you're barely making big sound

Metal in my hand, call the reaper for the hollow round

She be shakin' ass with precision when I think of her

Everybody knows you're a pussy, yet I'm up

Now, I made it to the top from the block, to B-10

Running from the fog, with the dogs in the hell-hound

He don't wanna smoke, lit it off on the vandal

Shorty on my line, but I swear she had a man though

I ain’t playin’ games when I’m runnin’ on your block

Pocket watchin’ all the bitches so I'm never gonna knock on the door

Bitch, I’m getting money but I’m always makin' more

Then shorty says it’s funny but I’m runnin' out the whore

And she be comin' back, so I have to slid back from the door

Baby, come back, when I'm bored

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alright, peak hellcat, you can’t tell that

I’m a city boy, young drifter, where I still rap

**** talkin’ shit and now I’m going for his bitch

Ayy, guess she love me now but she gon' fuck me when I’m lit, yeah

Man, I’m being real bad, I just got a mill' stack

See a hater talkin' so I stretch him, make 'em feel bad (Ayy, woo-woo!)

See I think you ho's will never do it like this, yeah

Seem like gettin' dumber, configure lil' bitch, yeah

Nobody doubt it but nothing about it, I’m all in

And I fuck with the baddie, yeah, she tryna get it, she cocky

She don't need no molly, she all on my body, she want me

I must be a problem 'cause these rappers will never stop me

Building the riches, I'm killin' these bitches

I know that you be feelin' me, ****

But you **** think that you doubtin' my ability with the agility, ****

Cause I ain’t slippin’ to fix it, cause I'm gettin' bigger, I'm all in, fuck

Breakdown, breakdown, shorty wanna make-out

Hunnid in the choppa, everybody get run downed

Better keep quiet, 'cause you're barely making big sound

Metal in my hand, call the reaper for the hollow round

She be shakin' ass with precision when I think of her

Everybody knows you're a pussy, yet I'm up

Now, I made it to the top from the block, to B-10

Running from the fog, with the dogs in the hell-hound

Breakdown, breakdown, shorty wanna make-out

Hunnid in the choppa, everybody get run downed

Better keep quiet, 'cause you're barely making big sound

Metal in my hand, call the reaper for the hollow round

She be shakin' ass with precision when I think of her

Everybody knows you're a pussy, yet I'm up

Now, I made it to the top from the block, to B-10

Running from the fog, with the dogs in the hell-hound

Talking to your bitch, you got a hunnid on the grave

Spend a day with me, now she got a hunnid bands

He don't want no smoke, so he spray into the rain

Hide a body, walk down, 'cause we from the west side

We gang bang killers, and we really run shit

You a fake, drug dealer, we on big boy shit