hold on let me pop your shit playing with me you going to get put in the grave and if you talk or naughty best believe you finna get sent up to Lottie don't play with me I'm a real God real hustle real Hustler this is super freaking like super freaking like I super freaking like super freaking like a so look I got my own problems I'm my own man better stop playing before I spray you down bow bow you think you doing something but really it's corny boy let me tell you you not ready for the streets I hate the way you sneak diss and you know what we jacking oh why what's going on now you like what happened to Lottie look K flock f*** fuck kdot oh my God oh God you ain't nothing but a talker you never ain't been on this drill you ain't never hold the drill on God his rule number one with you in the streets just don't get beamed well number two when you have still better pull that trigger will number three always be ducking the cops they be out to get you what number four never be by no snitches always know who you talking to what number five if you keep yourself find yourself oh God