sit back, chill out, light the joint, take a hit you ain't really with the shits we can sit in my benz and smoke a fuckin spliff you and your niggas really aint on shit me and my niggas really with that shit, I'll shoot you in your fucking head, call that double hit niggas really never about shit all I do is count money, all I do is fuck these thots, all I do is pop xannys.. don't mess with my money, that broke shits not funny I'll stick this red beam in the middle of your fucking head, count your blessings cause bitch their ain't no waiting your about to be dead I can't wait to be layed up at home, with bbw bad bitch sitting in my brand new bed, I got bands, I got bullets, I got hands aye let's get it...if you got a problem we could throw these hands,...i'll send bullets through the trap house fuck around and put this lame ass town on the map now, can't wait till Friday cause I get snap now your bitch ass can get capped now