Greedy boy, army brigade

I don’t own street deals I ain’t no big shot baller only thing I got spinning is that 6 shot revolver we dropping bombs fednahm is what they call us When they come riding from my city promise you don’t want no problems I’m all star you just warming I’m at you fucking front door like a rent warning break your fucking legs get some splints for em leave your body in the woods get a tent for em or get a boat make you fish for em toss his ass in the water make a wish for em make it storm in the streets have these clips poring 843 to 910 we shittin on em who you think you fooling you ant gangster I’m always riding round with that big ass banger killing the game from every angle I’m heavy high level up there with angels