(K2, why you do that, man?)

Four shooters ran down on your man, now he a pack

Bro ain't got no patience, get that lo', come bangin' like he Shaq'

**** never play they hood, soon as we bump they gettin' clapped

That boy a bitch, he ain't gon' bend this block, we know that shit a act (We know that shit a act)

She askin', "What's that in your cup?" Bitch, this the racks

We catch a opp and we ain't got no hots, you know he gettin' smacked (You know he gettin' smacked)

We got big shit like we is from the 'Raq

**** heard them shots start lettin' off and he start runnin' track

We tryna jump from out that V, stand over top, fuck up his back

**** broke, can't get no pape', I told that boy, "Go flip a pack"

She can't slide if she ain't fuckin', told that lil' ho, "This ain't that"

She keep actin' like she not, I know this bitch gon' let me crack