I step in the trap, Gatt, If he run up i blow em wit dat spat. He try me he gon die no cap. I left dat boy in the hole he was a mole. I ran up wit dis glock i span da block, had nothing on me at the time but i had a mop . Im jus dat one nigga u dont wanna run wit cuz err body know i always keep a kit, if its 25 yk i got that bag. Stacking and packing daily, run up on my gang we wrap you up and dice u up like paisley