Ride wit my dawgs don’t fuck wit no fleas come from the bottom I rose from the concrete I splash when I step in these streets causin a wave yeah tsunami 3 grand onna **** head dat be the price to catch that homi ride sum wolves my **** is grinches do no talk’in **** not friendly **** be perked up to catch dat body **** no face they seen nobody count’in up cake I’m count’in up bodies look’in at graves I’m look’in at bodies chopp’in up coke I’m doing karate run out of coke I’m calling my Pappi fuck wit my money I’m call’in my mami just like a janitor she gone mop him /

I’m up in da trap (get money) raised in da trap (get it) come from the bottom (ooh yea) of the map (I did) raised in the jungle where u had to toke a strap (had 2 stay strapped) gotta get da money yeah gotta watch ya back / up in da trap whipping a batch count’in them stacks token a strap ride wit da gang know dat I rep twisting my fingers I’m throw’in my set look at dis water now watch me splash hit up the Lenox in blow a bag come from the bottom I come from a past ride wit a Killa dat just love ta blast **** be hat’in dese **** be mad wanna see me dead body bag up in th kitchen I’m whip’in up food I’m bagg’in yeah grocery bags look at my pockets dem bitches thick got’em look’in like carti ass hit up the jeweler Then drop a bag had to gone In cop new splash/

Ride wit my dawgs don’t fuck wit no fleas come from the bottom I rose from the concrete I splash when I step in these streets causin a wave yeah tsunami 3 grand onna **** head dat be the price to catch that homi ride sum wolves my **** is grinches do no talk’in **** not friendly **** be perked up to catch dat body **** no face they seen nobody count’in up cake I’m count’in up bodies look’in at graves I’m look’in at bodies chopp’in up coke I’m doing karate run out of coke I’m calling my Pappi fuck wit my money I’m call’in my mami just like a janitor she gone mop him /

All This Pain I got in my body (hold up) but I ain’t telling nobody.... I guess ima deal wit It How Ima Deal Wit It ....I just called the plug For The Starter Kit ....I’m Ripping Tracks Back To Back & I really Don’t Feel Dat These **** Give Me My Respect...Ima Keep Dropping That Hot Shit Don’t Care If They Like It I’m Putting That Shit Down They Neck .....I keep Me A Pistol....On God Ask my Bro I been Iching Every since I Done Caught Me Some Reck ...My Youngins On Go For A Check ...U can’t come Around u Ain’t Down For Da Set .... Posted Wit Skoo

& he Throwing Up Sets ..... The Way That Bro Whip It Go’in Bring Back Them Racks ......Get The Pack Ima Double That .... I can Show You How To Make A Rack ...Just Put It Up Dont Be Foolish ....All the Young **** Thug To My Music......Bro Got 30 clips Look Like Pooh Sticks ...I Come From The Gutta That’s All I Know .....Trying make A Way Out tired Of Being Poor ....How The Fuck We Going Stop When This All We Know

Ride wit my dawgs don’t fuck wit no fleas come from the bottom I rose from the concrete I splash when I step in these streets causin a wave yeah tsunami 3 grand onna **** head dat be the price to catch that homi ride sum wolves my **** is grinches do no talk’in **** not friendly **** be perked up to catch dat body **** no face they seen nobody count’in up cake I’m count’in up bodies look’in at graves I’m look’in at bodies chopp’in up coke I’m doing karate run out of coke I’m calling my Pappi fuck wit my money I’m call’in my mami just like a janitor she gone mop him /