Oh bitch ass nigga You don’t won’t no smoke with me If you do Imma warn you First degree Speaking on the dead Y’all think that shit hurting me I’mma show y’all That these niggas not Hercules I’m poppin whoever when ever Stepping on niggas In Maison Margiela Kutta on me like I work a good fellas This Glock a gen 5 That’s a 23 special Aye Swang on yo block with this 4’5 Rolling up “beep” ina wood When I go live All is well I’m trynna send em to allah Glock got a switch Its gone blast em like baha Y’all gone be rocking them shirts That say fly high My shooter on point Aim both ways Like he cock eyed I’m having chicken Like i work for Popeyes I fuck with crips on that drank That’s a Hi-Ci We smoke exotics so much We look Chinese I’m not a skater But I’m out here grinding These niggas green like 2k Perfect timing Aye These nigga out here here be doing too much Pass bro the rock he be shooting too much If I get the drop Im perusing the bunch Solo Bro special Ed with the glock Like he dolo Stick in my hand like I’m trynna playing polo You thought bout robbing me Boy that’s a no go These niggas sweeter than yogurt Go go Flagged up ready for war Like a Cholo No stings attached I came up like a yo yo Big nigga But I can fight Mr po po