It's clipping, bitch

What do they need? Powder weed or Adderrall

Let 'em in slow

Settle 'em in

Cali indo when they step in the door

And seein' all the hoes

Cuttin' coke in the kitchen and  cookin' over the stove

Ain't wearin' none of they clothes, and it's closed

And it go like that

Never wanna have to show the scrap

But you got one, and it got durms

That hold hundreds of bills old crumble and real soldiers

Humble and huddle around the heaters

Competin' for milimeters

Like whose cock the biggest, what you got significant?

Lock and loaded on Patrón and peyote

Hallucinatin' and the realest shit goin' on with the homies

The only way to get over is get your weight up

And pray over all of the bodies

Of border walking killers is hiding beside the fact of the matter

The guns will splatter at will

Every bunny in the jungle know it's kill or be killed

Come get it

It ain't no fun

If it ain't cocaine in the system buddy

But I ain't got none

To do it the way O.G.'s bangin'

Bitch wanna get sprayed on run

And getting away with it anyway anybody can get it

Get it? Got it, god damn it

Can't believe today was good day

When it seem like every other day is a hood day

Do you see the irony? He don't know nothing about it

This murder ain't 'bout nothing but murdering snitches

And burning bridges with all the bitches who used to swing on the dick

Like it's good for physical fitness

You finna what no bullshit

Well better start hitting switches in that low, low

Drop until it 'bout to hit the floor, floor

Can't nobody stop it when it go, go

Gadget on a ratchet like a hatchet

How she chop and screw the dick up licking after all the wood

That been blowed good, and blowed up

Get thowed and running up in the guts and busting

Come get it

Woop, woop, that's the sound of the end of the party

Chew up the molly, quick, pick up all the guns and get rowdy

Better be the best if they trying to be the definition of every

Hood motherfuckers contorted vision

They snorting the game

Sporting the flyest of fashion pasionately

Wanna get some action, the bed and make sure the camera can see

The fuck wanna enter in a war with the veteran?

Who got a score to settle with motherfuckers for medellin'?

You think about the kettle, the pot has been plotting blowing until blue

And they face crews, wanna be true

Claiming that you, pocket or not

Back it up drop, all that you got

Into the bag, made a tax right off

Take it right off that ass, now flip it

Dip it, break it the foot on the gas go ahead and clip it

Pop it, shake it and make it go fast

The days of paying for fascination a thing of the past

So get your paper up partner

You talking cash, they talking fast