i keep a stick n a beam on the Blick with no switch n the back i keep a stick n a beam on the Blick with no switch n the back I get bag I double it triple it then run It back u fumble the pack plus i hesrd ur a rat wassup with that don't give me dap ain't givin no pass try me get whacked u know that im strapped run up IL blast quit with the cap u know i spit facts I'll d the dash if 12 on my ass you know ima smash my pockets stay fat my track hawk is fast got two 2 on the dash yo bitch in the back shaking that ass she wanna smash u know that I passed im picky tell a bad bitch to miss me dont try to kiss me put dick all in her kidney then i go missing just me n my blicky I dip n i dash to get to the cash I'm thumbing thru racks cant fold em n half I'm cold as my past I been to the pen I ain't goin back I'm going ham run up go blam I don't give a darn u know who I am your bitch is a fan she hit me up n the gram what's up with yo man's takin the stand?