Bodybag on the street I be straight gunnin Runnin and gunning crazy and cunning I’m a gangster aint no prankster ya on the move in the alley I’ll shank ya Blasting cops I stomp it’s black smoke in the air. Taking out the competition with jagged fear Bitches keep your mind on check before I wreck with this tech for respect What do homies do when we got no job We shoot we kill we rob and be slobs Black hats and gats gold chains we kill rats that roll in packs Stunting on my block will get u shot in your face as I rise to the top I don’t stop The pen feels so far away as I slice away I roll dice and play this roulette game Crank and crack fiends and smack my life is wack but I still rack the staxx Bitch u wack and dumb full of cum number zero not number 1 Trap house in front of the garage door backed into a wall so stop ya fall