歌词
Ooh, CYN playin' crazy
Ooh, that's the key
The only way you gon' win if I stop playin
You not tryna shoot it off with bitch, we can box then
If I catch you out, I swear to God you gettin' boxed in
I shootin' at the body, lil' ****, I hit the top of it
What the fuck wrong with ****? I'm all demon-tied
Don't believe them **** what they sayin' cause they all be lyin
You don't believe in karma? Look at all these **** die
The only goal y'all should have, ****, is stayin' alive
You just a hunnid on the ground just to show ****
All my **** steppers, all these switches, not for show, ****
We slidin' in the summer, he been slidin' in the snow with it
Ain't no opps safe, put the tag on his toe, ****
Bet his mama said her son was always so good
Bet she ain't know that he was up to no good
He was always throwin' shit with **** all in his hood
Till he got his ass spanked, nine's ass in the woods
Pussy-ass **** know how I get when I'm lit
Smith and Wesson strap on my hip, it's part of the fit
Ain't no back and forth with **** like bitches talkin' that shit
I see you and Spock to switch, now the **** walk like he switch
Reports of a **** dyin, but they can't find it or solve it
Because ain't no evidence, this shit look like natural causes
I'm from the D, ain't no pausing, the cops behind me, I'm haulin
Throw the beam on the Taurus, fuck ****, don't be the target
Heard about my dog, I'm tryna go and catch a kill
You ain't heard about the murder? We told Tag shit for real, this shit ain't sweet
Dead fine, your body hangin' by the tree
Tied in with all the killers from Detroit to West V
Look, beatin' on your bitch because she bumpin' P music
Your **** not standin' on no business, what the fuck y'all got legs for
Flashin' all that money on the gram with your mans, bro
When my mans was down bad, I put him out on Eastside air, bro
**** dyin' every day, I ain't scared to go to war
**** know I drive a coupe, let me slap this bitch's porch
Caught him walkin' out the crib, dog, he died on the porch
Bitch, I ride with a hammer in my hand like Thor
That's a bird, that's a plane, no, that's Gotti in a drop
It's a zipper on his stomach from the switch, he on the Glock
That **** had to die, he was thinkin' I'm a box
I ain't ever been a hoe, no, a **** not I
Uh-huh, that's some switches, I don't gotta throw shots
I just bomb for the bitches, you don't wanna be up so bad
Okay, we lynchin, get a **** scratched off
If my trigger finger itchin, we stepped on the work
Uh-huh, I stand on business, how the fuck so many hoes
I should be in the world's Guinness
In a ten so much, could've swore I was from Memphis
You also cook, put a fork in them, they finish
Started off small-timin, then the bag got enlarged
Sixty-five dollars, half a railroad without charge
Now the bag dominoes, what's against me, show heart
Strikers huggin' every block that they hug like go-karts
I'm a chill ****, y'all don't want me to pull your whole cart
This afternoon got titties hangin' out with no bra
I was humble with it, now I'm on my bragging boats part
I can never let a bitch drive me crazy with no car
Different rentals every week for me, shout-out to Enterprise
They swiped on life for years, but I still got them one-biz
Memorized 200 pair of shoes, got my shit lookin' like finish line
You can't walk a mile in my shoes, we wear a different size
Dawg is talkin' crazy on the net until we at this live
I never had to go to Captain J's to get them chickens fried
**** swear they talk a little shit, but tell the biggest lies
**** thought that they was turnin' up, you see the difference now
Ayy, check a **** tent, like a thermometer, I ain't cuttin' scrap
I get this in the shots, it's like a bottle, girl
Ayy, you got the Glock, but you ain't use it
You done ran into the ****, killed your mans, but you ain't shoot him
If we ever finish live, don't bring no bands, we in the Buick
How bout fuck that ring camera, walk him down and get to shootin
I kick a **** dope, it's kinda like when they be lootin
Huh, trappin' ain't dead, it's like the feds been recruitin, huh
Trappin' ain't dead, **** scared
**** would rather S.A. bury mama for some bread
Walk around with no money, it's a dead ****
Big homie in my hood, I really fed ****
Can't be broke around me, that's a scared ****
Take his pocket, see if he breathin, y'all be dead ****
Just need to put it on your hair and buy a chain with it
See, I do it by myself and buy a Cuban with it
Written by: Sherman Patton
