everytime you sold a quarter i sold a dime everytime you sold a zone i kept the 45 let some shit pop off or the nigga run off im a hit him from his chest to his temple pistol whip the snitch now he bleeding brains and snot you was always fuckin with hoes i could never pull pulled the car over if a bitch talk shit young nigga you aint play no games huh you was ready to ride when it came to big bro i still fucks with bc that my lil dawg he eyeball the sack didn't even put it on the clock hold up homie put some with it i dont even got a 2.7 on the digits still rolled 3 blunts serving like new jack flipped it made it back now i see my profit man these hating ass niggas be snitching going around telling everybody business 7 shots double back hit the witness keep my name out ya mouth snitches serving back to back niggas wish they had it like you i wasnt even there the day them niggas robbed you now it sounds like a broken promise when i say i got you oh shit what am i to do these niggas getting off they must have an angel every time i think about it makes me angry JR and i came as quickly as could just to make a nigga pay for what he done should i pull the 45 is there another way to solve man idk my nigga bout action go to work like ants and spray a nigga like resolve i hope some shit pop off hit block and take the top off she trying fuck im trying to pop her now she popular