i heard you with the drilling twisting up them figures
different cities up in different cities what it really care to hit the news
can't keep the glocks all up in the
shooters all up in the sprinters
we got them shooters all up in the sprinters
tryna coolax i'm just tryna relax but he stare at me funny
still on probation and i got some homies who not coming home that ain't scared to go back
still with that drop him and never look back
squeeze on that trigger when i hear him screaming while running i know that he soon to collapse
still 'cause i'm with some demons who skin you while out tryna eat you
clappin' or scamming i'm choppin' your cheese like a sandwich they crying we laughin'
doing my dance i hit him i'm doing my dance i run like the wind
bitches get shot with they man
yeah you and your friends
these niggas drilling now?
i know they can't stand me i sit 'em down
you could die with your blicky out
send a message tell your momma her son a clown
i got hit i ain't sit around
punch a opp if i walk without it
keep a whole bunch of hittas 'round
we gon' do it don't talk about it
they like sleepy gotta chill"