I say, scooming, back to back, check the facts Bitch, them **** dead, get her brother gone

And tell the world she giving killer head He wasn't thinkin' right, so he got left

Mean I think ahead, explosive tip a hit his noggin, it twist up his dreads

We might drop a opp today, we sliding with 40s and mops & Ks

Just run up a bag and hit play after play, huh, hit play after play

These **** can't do it, so I will Hop on the track like a motherfucker, hot wheel

I'm not a killer, but don't get your top pealed **** be hiding , you might get your pops spilled

Twist off his cap and show him the Glock real, uh Twist off his cap and show him the Glock real

I say, bitch, I be packin' the heat' I keep them racks in the seat

Two straps on my hip, one in the back of the seat And that bitch go' die, da-da-da-da

Tear out the back of the seat I stay, sucker free

In the land of lollipops Bitch, who fuckin with me

Ain't nobody crossin', goin' over, or under the G

Uh, crossin', goin' over, or under the

Smoke a pound out the wood I'm like, damn, I had a long day

Take a look back on my life, you see I came a long way

Prayin' on my knees every night for the wrong play

Them bitches tell your face up if you look at me the wrong way Scooming' back-to-back, check the facts Bitch, them **** dead, get her brother gone

And tell the world she give a killer here He wasn't thinkin' right, so he got left

That mean I think ahead , explosive tip a hit noggin

And twist up , his dreads, uh, ayy twist up, his dreads, uh, ayy

I'm a real soul survivor, bitch, I really beat the streets

Twenty-five without no felonies, it's legals in the V

I be on money, shit, man, I don't really like the beef

But if he run up on me, I'ma have to put him on the T

Glocky float just like a butterfly and sting just like a bee

Gloccky float just like a butterfly and sting just like a bee