aint scared to drop my lo if a nigga want smoke devil on my shoulder he tweaking telling me to go ahead and kill dat boii i ususally dont drill to busy in da field i need trappers scammers them niggas bout dollar bills to feel how i feel if it about guala then why df we here i keep my circle small and my gun on my hip quick draw like the wild wild west boii dont get hit reaching for my neck hollows will eat up your chest aint scared but ima take a life before i ever go back im throwing up Z's but all my brothers GD's or screaming bratt catch me on back street or posted in the bricks choppas protecting the trenches one in way one out dont come to da citi if you aint from it throwing up up fours always saying fuck twelve ill never put a bitch before my bros trust fucked up i can only put that in my pole