Quick that’s what they call me mess with my dawgs and be like John Wick. Zero pond zero what bank account says stacks pond them stacks I ain’t finna trip. No matter the color you finna get clipped blue or red I don’t give a shit. Lode up chappa I start blaring a bitch, Red and or Blue don’t even trip. Rich get the rich poorer get poorer, rapers keep spending and go back to the beginning. The cycle goes around and around like it ain’t ever stoping Real niggas been gangsta before this was lit, Before all the clicks. Before everybody worried bout there fit, Before the fake beef and the rest of that shit. When niggas where niggas and didn’t worry bout I got 5 bodies and that’s legit don’t give a fuck if your blood or crip, better start running couse I got the clip 3 sprays to your head and you’ll be done in a jiff. (Ye worry no bitch) (no blood or crip) (gota run from the fizz)