That boy was on our block he didn’t even know they popped out got him bleeding fasho I’m sorry my lyrics to cold the money go straight through the door the money got her in a trance turn on my music I’m ready the dance he thought he was ready the boom but my guy sent him straight to his doom don’t mind chilling with the gang pull up and we letting bang Scottie better stay in yo lane like we a kills we wiping his nose bro was a gangster nah he wanna be us we wanna fight now he don’t wanna meet us like I’m ja I be flexing my gun boy ran up and we making him run dip dip dip get hit and these bars I spit it’s so fire we making it glitch and the girl that he dating look like a witch