Package in the trunk, yea we ridin big bodies, fuckin wit my niggas, we gonna end up catchin bodies, room full of bad bitches, got em' hooked on molly's, I serve what I serve, I swerve when I swerve, I splurge when I purge, leave your body on the curb, (Go Dumb,) got the sacks in the bag in the back of the lac, with the mags to the mac, with a mask and the gas, I'm smashin the gas, passin the tabs, and xanies, like candy, higher than the andes, you pansies, pickin ur wedgies from ur panties, They like Kevin you fancy, drinkin and eatin brandy and scampi, I mean its just from my hustle, the muscle that keeps me goin, I tousle and struggle with trouble, but it keeps me flowin, going knuckle to knuckle, with bustas, just to fuckin show em', I am a mothafuckin storm, sendin killas to your door, hittas wantin scores, my niggas is wantin wars, if you keep on pushin forms and I'll give you much more,