Gods of the gutter stolen guns and rusty box cutters ducking dirty under cover cops it’s high crack rock sale plus fish scale for the big male like fedex envelope if you do bid don’t drop the soap if from where the glock a smoke like winter time chimney making niggas memories henny straight paper chase poppy who tf gonna stop me I a piece like ghandi that bar won’t let you in you ain’t old enough I’m old and tough smell weed smoke and gun powder you know it’s us heart on frozen cups gun on cobra clutch with a loaded lux y’all niggas clothes get cleaned and folded up killer barber blades catch a fresh cut line you up nice trust a big but and smile you pay the price bel biv devoe heist this neighborhood is poltergeist where you shoot your gun and roll the dices taking chances for advance and advantage for the bag they make ya loved ones vanish I rather shoot shots from the cannon