everythime I hit the town I got mad bitches all around smoking pound after pound I stay lit I'll knock you down wit the 45 you ain't gonna live now your in the dirt if I didn't get you the first time remember my guns like to flirt.I'm in hood serving sacks crome gat in my backpack I'll leave you face flat if you run up unannounced try me you be wishing you were on an iv I wrap the work u tightly I'm finely shining