Hold up what is this what is that Don’t nobody wanna attack When I got my Gat In the streets with the Mac Saw The opps drove by told they ass spin back But they ain’t spin back 7 grams in the wood smoking on that pack And I’m in that bitch beating up her back Talking all that shit but I won’t react If I see these opps we gone have to scrap In the back of the school can’t risk no attack Aye On my own did it raw Can’t slip can’t fall Big bank take it all Ever since I was a young boy tried to get it all But When I’m on a come up these Man demons they get strong And every time I’m go out All I hear is what y’all on Boy no we not on shit I was tryna put a Mac 10 on my hip Ridin round the cut with my bitch Got her sloppIn on my shit And yes we dirty all like Mitch Aye Got a gun with a switch And a Glock for my bitch Yea We always rolling it All the time I see the opps Yea you know we killing shit Leave him dead on the ground Y’all ain’t really sliding forum But if you try and make it right Then I got that iron on me Homie