You can't top me I got the bomb weed Try to stop me I got a little bit of mixed Up in my cup but come on please Shit I'm waitin for the moment And I hope you come see me I don't need no other soldiers I hit you up that shit easy And I'm avoiding all the rollas Shit they try but can't reach me Because you see when I'm out Goin Shit I smoke the shit freely I'm like the gs on the t.v. I could crush you on a beat or in the street set the meeting I violate every treaty Its the way you get at me that's gonna decide how your leaving. But I'mma be riding out cleanly Then I'mma cut prolly ta fuck a little fine ass beezey It's ride or die when you bleeding And shit get live in the evening It's my time and Im seething Just Tryna get by without meaning If I was to die whod be screaming? At the funeral proceeding If that ain't you off my pp. Best stop Tryna get a freebee For your ass catch a three piece. Know where I'm at come see me Matter fact bring your breezey