Medula

I walked in this bitch with my Ruger

My ****, they really some shooters

They pull on your block and they do ya

I really don't wanna do no talking, If you run up on me

We finna get ya

I'm smoking on gas, the swishers

I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah

Champagne, you know I'm sipping the drank

Pour Wocky up every day

I just be living in space

You know I love my baby

She wanna have my baby

Sipping on Wock, go crazy

Sipping on Wock what made me

You know I walk with a nine, heat

I know these **** hate me

It's okay 'cause I'm getting that cheddar

Run up on me then you gon' see Berettas

Su casa, mi casa, I'm with them demons

Look at my cup, swear to God it was bleeding

Bitch, I know you was a thot, you was threshing

How the fuck I'm finna sit here and lie?

Smoking some gas and I put on Margielas

I wanna fuck, tell me why she won't let up (woo)

Pulling the track hawk fast, you know I'm fucking the curb

I do not talk to these hoes, I do not give 'em a word

I stacked up my money so tall, I damn near could get me a crib

They used to be bully me back then now they wanna eat on my kids

I walked around with a MAC-10, I walk around with a lick

They say you are what you eat, know I been

I been eating Happy Meals, ****

Medula

I walked in this bitch with my Ruger

My ****, they really some shooters

They pull on your block and they do ya

I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me

We finna get ya

I'm smoking on gas, the swishers

I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah

You a pussy-ass ****, pussy-ass ****

Pussy-ass, don't give a fuck 'bout pussy ass ****

You a down bad dirty, slimy ass ****

Back then, we was down bad, we had fishbowls in the rental

Did she leave yet? Did she leave? No (no)

She right here by my side, I don't need her (no)

I don't got no time for no lean (no)

Bitch, I'm on the top, I'm on the leader

Medula

I walked in this bitch with my Ruger

My ****, they really some shooters

They pull on your block and they do ya

I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me

We finna get ya

I'm smoking on gas, the swishers

I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah

Medula

I walked in this bitch with my Ruger

My ****, they really some shooters

They pull on your block and they do ya

I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me

We finna get ya

I'm smoking on gas, the swishers

I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah

My ****, they really some shooters

I really don't wanna do no talking, if you run up on me

We finna get ya

I'm fucking your bitcha, yeah, yeah