yeah, yeah I remember the times always had to keep a 9 on me people always out tryna fucking jump me hoes be playin and heartbreaking me everyone and anyone always hated me yeah pop 2 percs sounds of a 9 popping homies jumped out the back already clapping sippin out da cup baby what's happening smoked you homies dead at a fucking wedding we out the back ar's and a shit ton of racks guess we got the cash but what bout the wax shit y'all I don't have yo backs we be trapping catch yo ass lacking we ain't the ones to talk we just start clapping 40s on me sup y'all what y'all grabbing woah 2 shots to the head bitch be dead yeah thats what happens when you show yo bread two homies in da back 12 gauge got da spread it's a setup shots poppin damn everyone dead