I'mma start this off by saying they dead for what they said Should've been using his brain, he wouldn't've got shot in his head Bro just caught another opp and I can't wait to catch the rest See an opp then up my Glock just to see who shoot can the best Face shot, aim at your top, no need to wear no vest Them bitches pussy, all them bitches hoes, think he need a dress Wonder who gone die next, hold on, let me take a guess I'mma catch 'Benz and put him to an end, that 40 to his neck When we slide ain't nobody out cause they don't wana die Fuck a window, bitch, I'm feeling fast, today I'm hopping out It's on my mind, thinking 'bout my guys, I brought 'em choppas out You wanna fight, well I'm gone bring some sticks that just gone knock 'em up I'll put your brain on your dawg's head, that's a change of mind Swing on me and I and swinging back, bitch, I'm swinging iron Better watch yo fucking necks, bitch, cause I ain't got no time (they say they shot at who?) Man, I swear them jits lying (Then where'd his Face go?) I think it's chilling on his block Think I fell in love with guns, I might go marry my Glock They not learning from their wrongs, they keep on dissing and get shot I would say them jits like that if they was but they not Better slow yo ass down before you be soaring through the sky Look your ass in your eyes, see your soul before you die At first I was drilling high as fuck but, bitch, I'm higher now At first we was shooting from afar but we stand over now Better not think 'bout hopping out cause, bitch, I got it on my side Last jit tried to hop out, shot his ass and then he died Tryna go and catch another opp but they ain't never out Instead of getting in them studios, bitch, go get in the car When we slide ain't nobody out cause they don't wana die Fuck a window, bitch, I'm feeling fast, today I'm hopping out It's on my mind, thinking 'bout my guys, I brought 'em choppas out You wanna fight, well I'm gone bring some sticks that just gone knock 'em up