[Intro]
*Brrrr*
Aye turn me the f*ck up man
Aye we out here with the Four Side demon check, lets get it man
Turn them speakers all the way up, shorty
Yeah
[Verse]
50 hanging out the chop (Bah, bah)
Might aim at his pops
Beat the block up with the one-two (one-two)
I feel like a boxer
I'm still in the kitchen whipping Betty Crocker
Beat up the pus*y, then I had to block her
Remember Tae had the pounds in his locker
.9 on me, n*gga, no Tony Parker
He say he the plug, but that n*gga lied
What happened to that n*gga? Oh, he died (damn)
How you a shooter but you never slide?
That n*gga want beef, n*gga, come outside
My bro grab the MAC, but I got the .9
7.62's, I'ma aim at his spine
I let the chop sing, Let it Shine
If it ain't about money, you wasting my time
I'm back on the block and you can't catch me lacking
I got that water, n*gga, Percy Jackson
15 in this clip, if a n*gga acting
3 for 15 how the plug, he be taxing
*Brrr* Hello? n*gga, what it do?
I sold him some lean, remixed it with fu
I'm breaking down bricks, n*gga, kung fu
I trap out the four, two times two
I got the straight drop (yeah)
sh*t make your knees lock
Gas in the Ziploc
These n*ggas actors, they funny like Chris Rock
Bust down rollie, that boy got a G-Shock
Roll with the chickens, he serving the peac*ck
Ain't for the conversation, let the stick talk
See me walking with the lick, that's a glick walk