dirty stick in the booth right now
fry up the dope real quick
my backwood big as my chopper
i pour that shit up 'cause it came from the doctor
'cause i like to aim at the face
tear that shit off 'cause the shit don't shine
somebody gon' die if you dissin' on mine
all that bitchin' and cryin'
these some four-five bullets
i was in middle school shootin' at bullies
boy you know you a rookie
boy you know that ain't cookie
it'll burn you like toast
better watch what you post
they tell me just rap 'cause i be in the mix
be with the wrong folks and get put in the blitz
ain't no key for that bitch
i be laughin' at these bitch ass niggas
i like the green and the purple
i'm teachin' these niggas
but you don't be trappin'
i feel like the man with this glick in my hand
shoot you like kevin durant
louis vuitton is the brand
you sound like a bitch when you rappin'
you sound like your girlfriend
these is them real cookies
been a long time since i kicked in a door
kinfolk stop at the store
air up the car then we poppin' 'em more
they shot one of us so we uppin' the score
you know what the fuck goin' on
i get to jiggin' on that ho
stop playin' 'fore i shoot you