I'might be in a maro Goin fast Might catch me in a demon Hauling ass Walk a hitter down  No mask Ask who run the town  no task You'll never catch me broke No cast Nd if I'm sending shots  No flask Tires on rubber band No flats And I got a bad bitch  no tat I been ahead  Check the stats No mice no roaches No rats On ya fresh white T Blood splat You a fruity sweet nigga You got nat Church on Sunday Caught a body on a sat Cut throat then a bitch  Throats slashed Put a drum on the 40 That a band green lazer on the rugar That's a hand New Mex Albacrazy  That's the land So high in this bitch  I'll never land Put my city on the map That's the plan Vvz on my neck Cost a grand Shells hit the floor Like the sand Burners on deck  Get tanned Warzone Heaven Ina lamb Keep my glizzy well oiled No jam With the iron Get inspired  Like crayons Wak me a nigga Dread locks They come in a box Bread plot Jack Me a nigga Cash app  Hack me a nigga  Back back Truck full of blickas  And stacks Keep a pipe and some rippers In the clap Light his night up like  Christmas That's fact Ain't no hoe in my get up Ima mac Tell this nigga get up Grab the gat Kick rock or get stitched up Tick tack I'm hit em in the chest Click clack Make that bitch do a hit cup Get sacked Put the pole to his nose Sniff that'  make that bitch do a chin up Chin check  Yes I earn my respect  Quick fact Cut throat then a bitch Slit neck