If he think it’s smoke, then we upping the score oh he think slimy we wiping his nose

 imma up with the Glock got plenty of those

   We breaking up cookie, but no Oreos

My young n****s trapping the trap never close

They flipping them packs

and serving them bows

catch that boy who been dissing

put him in the hole we

grabbing the Glock then upping the score

big ass 45 on my hip get hit

Catch that lil n***a limping

shoot him in his shit we

gone shoot till it’s empty

then go switch out the clip

 all these guns automatic this

glock got a switch we smoking

on gas we smoking on cheetah piss

 just give me a min stg we gone all be rich

This pain in full like my name Mitch

and when you see me better stand on shit

Hand me another sandwich bag

just bagged me another one

flip me bout 10 in a month

serving the bub while i smoke da Runts (Durant

In my eyes i see red it’s that time of the month she got no motion i boot the bitch punt

ion like bitches who ready to fuck

she ready to fuck she giving you something

Ion got a rubber ion touching the bitch

 need me a rubber Danny gloves in this bitch they want some favors i cut off my wrist

Smoking exotic you can tell by my lip

Bro got a shotgun he walk with a limp

I want my bitch back do that make me a simp? He wanted Za give him a bag full of stems.

2 bad bitches i want both of them

Hold on baby you say you got a man

Don’t care he probably a fan

I get her attention showing her rubber band

so tell me now what is you sayin

i’m a zombie im wanting her brains

hit from the back and I fucked up her lace

hit you once and go back to your Main.

I’m sorry if you feel like your time to that waste.

You know we the ones who don’t do no playing up with the choppas we start the spraying

lil n***a and i bang the K with the klan

Karen or Hitler we don’t not fuck with you n****s and i come from a place with some

cold hearted killers them 9s gone

hit you then wash off the pistol

and i grew up in the jungle with gorillas

shots out the car stolo or a rental

take your bitch back to my spot

and I’m a nail her

smoke me a zip 28 Fred Taylor

Fucking yo bitch from the back,

I’m not paying her

She be fucking everybody

who raised her

Yo hoe doing work for me she carry tasers

like candy now fuck her text her later

Fuck her text , n****a call her later

baby girl you are an arrangement

I told her baby see you later

Bad bitch comes from Jamaica.

I dont know who the fuck had made it

N****s told me that i made it

on the way still being patient

On the block serving Gary Payton (yea yea yea)

Beat her back down then i dip

Bad bitch ass and some hips

Told her baby come ride the tip

Get the tip then i gotta dip

Told the bitch come and give me lip

Lays with her but i dont like chips (yea yea yea )

45 that bitch stuck to my hip(flrrd)

Thats the sound of that switch

Up with the glock swear to

god we wont miss

Bullets feeding you n***a

swear to god you get hit

This shit triller than trill

this a real as it get

think i need some new

gun finna go hit a lick

Put the camera away

i do not need no flick

Might stamp on a n***a

in some brand new kicks .

If he think it’s smoke, then we upping the score oh he think slimy we wiping his nose

imma up with the Glock got plenty of those

 We breaking up cookie, but no Oreos

My young n****s trapping the trap never close

They flipping them packs

and serving them bows

catch that boy who been dissing

put him in the hole we

grabbing the Glock then upping the score