Lyrics: Pullin up wit the sticks in the stolo Dont you ever try to fuck wit my bro doe Errrbody know his name it’s JoLoco He an my nigga Chino so loco Alla deez hoes know im local Runnin thru states like a postal Got these choppas but yk i aint boutta post tho Shawty gamme top yeah that throat throat Fuckin on my opps’ ho hoes Yeah make my choppa click big when they hate Shottas make story on the news everyday Use my muhfuckin opps as a paper weight Niggas talkin hella muhfuckin crazy everyday Pull up wit the draco yeah im muhfuckin brazy any way I dont give a fuck if you popo ill shoot you anyway I dont give a fuck if you playin ill shoot you any day Ridin thru Bako wit the windows down Creepin on yo blocc we aint boutta make no sound Talkin on the net bitch imma run yo ass down Sayin all’is shit but you know that ion play around Dont lemme catch you, otherwise it’s nun k rounds Hit his ass up and then i leave him face down Insida yo bitches crib, its my favorite place now Fuckin on yo bitch i gotta stay low key Fuckin yo bitch yeah she gave me a key Touch Bando then you an Step gon peep Then 02 comin to yo crib yeah he gon creep Wet a nigga up like we outta the creek Errrbody know Chico, yeah ho that is me Ridin thru yo blocc searchin for the pussy opp Give her this cock, yeah i beat the pussy up Keep the do’ locked, walkin thru the street is a bop Lil ho gimme sum top while i put on his head a red dot Now this nigga is a muhfuckin red opp Lookin at all’ese niggas on a muhfuckin radar Starin hella deep, all’ey see is a muhfuckin red dawg Lookin at my neck, my diamonds sumn like crystal Kill a nigga an im laughin like my wrist off Killin all them niggas and now i can take my list off Yeah pussy boy im trappin wit a pistol