buggin for my chain i dont think ur brain is sane homie i dont think u know i could introduce you to set show u what happens when u act out of text your fucking with the next tryna take my chain when i traded u shank Indian givers is what i hate bitch imma knock yo ass down one shot bang to the brain mops just a clean up a little stain i know im insane but i did it cuz yourlame switch to the bigger picture lights out young bull pulling triggers on your helpless ass Because i know im bigger your fucking with smokey aint it fogy out here and dark i love breaking hearts cuz they they thinking that im cupid but bitch i dont fuck with you im muted i walk up in the store with a 629 smith and Wesson and then i get coming back with more niggas from the trap house yeah yeah theyna show me where the loot is