Yea Pull up to his crib Fill him full of lead Throw his body in a ditch Yea that boy dead We ain’t stoppin on red Push the pedal to the floor All the way to the max Ain’t no lookin back Countin up stacks Countin up the bread When we pull up Boy don’t talk no shit Just keep yo mouth shut Before you get hit Before you get fucked up Before you get yo wig split Before you get roughed up Boy don’t think that you tuff Don’t think that you the stuff Or else imma show you wassup