if my lil homie broke and his pockets hurting dont ket him slide up on you in your hood lurkin yeah he got that pistol and his steady murkin i got the touchdown 100 pounds of work in yeah my goons ar the bando guns with extensions I think they gone commando bandana round there head looking like Rambo youll never play me like banjo I got this Draco with a drum full of damn ammo you know I got them keys boy just like a piano he's so scared you jump at your f its savage overdose I'm about to overload I've always played the game straight I never used to cheat code kill an opp for fun like i was owed imma about to go god mode whipping up the chickens while my homies play Halo we up the stick we don't play tricks they got the Glocks with a switch ready to kill trigger fingers going to itch kill the rat Mickey mouse always been a snitch always been a b**** just cuz i got rich throw his ass in the ditch all my homies come from the trenches I've become relentless while I drive my Lexus my chopper is so big and bad you thought it came from Texas chop and screw all of you fuck the other side imma vome for all of you when you asked about a mother f***** I don't know im like who I don't trust this so I hear I'm cutting off nose and ears I'm a violent mother f***** just ask all your peers