Run lil fellas pockets Put a bomb in their house and lock it He be poppin pills I be making mills Flexing with my grills While ur working in the fields Trying to run away Bitch are u okay Get a glock blow there brains away I got cars worth more than your life I got bars thicker than your wife Bugatti in the back Lamborghini in the front Don’t come at me u little freaking chunk I put your head on the ground And all you will hear is pound pound pound Your girl is flat she wished she had a gyat but she’s fat as hell Bro eats at Taco Bell She tries to sell Her feet picks online But no buying U mess with and ur gonna be the one crying 69 I’ll break ur spine Leave u lying on the floor I pound on your door