I be popping out of different whips with a gun to your face talking bout gimme all your currency or I'll make it a murder mystery up an down the street I flee the scene 2 glock 19 3 bags of weed I'm high as the trees eyes Chinese your girl on her kneed talking bout can I suck it please I'm back in the zone never gave a fuck about anything but money so if you got a stack you better come wit that or get kidnapped an jacked I'm from sac an we don't fuck around pistols all around body's hit the ground evidence never found I'm always on top I got it locked