keys to the city my wrist its on chilly dey tryna blemish my image ok spike up the soda a no limit soldier i bet yu c murder yu play wit da gang designer my fabrics i been use to havn why would i compete wen i stay in lane a big boss im big bidness dis shit really in me yu go gainst the grain and get bust in yo brain kicked the hoe out the whip tryna grab on my wheel bitch got in her feelns cuz she aint my mayne double on me gucci im not radric davis but 1017 wat yu pay for a thang trap in da winter put bricks in a rental dat draco it hit ya hell fold under pain hop out da whip bitches yelling and screaming diamonds dey shinning dey hitting and blinging im in da trap in front of stove pounds in couch nd cash in da wall know i stay bout dat action im not one talk tryna balla block me nd get crossed like im paul im jus a regular ol trapping ass nigga i get it cheap but i tax wen it get here keep a stick in da car i cant fold under pressure claiming yu down better b for wateva beefing wit me know dat shit might not end till i run across yu nd hit yu wit dat metal top off the car she like showing her titties 10k wen i smile nd cheesing and grinny