came on yo block

came on your block with my pole shout out my boy ar we don't fuck with no hoe we gon shoot from afar sipping wok by the cooler and we creep down yo block I feel like drakeo the ruler we gon flu flame an opp oh wee Sipping on wok bitches pull up and they suck on my cock oh wee creep on his block keep me the glock and it got 30 shots we shipping out ps we shipping a lot sipping on a ahc yeah sipping on malt blow on some gas sell the coke by the rock we don't fuck with no po we don't talk to no narc oh said he want smoke we pull up with choppa we let that shot go oh sell out the snow need you a rock hook you up for the low Draco gon blast smoking on opps I call this shit gas k gon blow we turned the trap into a hood store killers on my right and my left they gon let that shit bang choppa hanging out the window we gon let that shit rain we up in the hood we smoke on the wood leave that jit for dead like my last name is suge smoking on gass and this shit to good and I got my drac so I wish a jit would riddle me this riddle me that why is yo chest as flat as yo back brand new choppa shit finna blast I pour that wock I smoke that gas Popping a perc like an m&m We are not friends with him Run up in his residence Gag him like s&m Fa fa fa fa Now he dead like a president Do what I say I'm abusing the rhetoric Keep a pole Not a stripper but yeah she totes Gimme kiss on tippy toe Then hit yo knees and throw that throat