I ain't finna play u try me and gang u goin lay while u at work im fuckin on yo bae gang just bought a new chop sellin shit on the block put his ass in the car got him on child lock ride ina black demon if you tryna die u dont need a reason push yo shit back leave it uneven smoking on a opp pack selling nighas for a rac every nigga know i neva lack im just tryna stac the paper we cut his shit leave his ass with a taper the nigga know who im talm bout im tired of the haters niggas know im trappin like a Christmas present put his body in some wrapping nigga stop playin before i get to slappin tryna to get to this money i laugh allot but it aint funny niggas research about me nigha go study im really slime throwing bullets thats a dime he gotta go nigga check the time free my brother he made niggas turn to a runner i hop out the sunroof im the gunner nigga wanna play his ass aint goin see another day if i dont see my money betta telm yo mama to pray i keep a glock got his ass out lined in chalk these niggas know not to pull up to my block yalk niggas got me fucked up ima pour my opps in a cup these bullets hit em in his gut