me and my Nigga our moves gettin bigger we always got our fingers on the trigger you think you bigga you a goofy nigga we got these hittas we gone slixd on your block hit you wit this mop cuz you op call me clean up service wooskie servin rids we in a pack wooski got hoes on the low back to the pack we got bodies in the back we got the pack steady movin the pack makin money you think you funny. we hopped off the porch to get to sum more we walking these streets avoiding the the heat yuh Fuck the police when we see a open door we see a free tour we coming for more we doing tours this aint no playzone this a warzone we got our blaze on we gone blaze you wit this burner we talkin 3rd degree murder we dont fuck around y'all niggas goin down I'm talking 6 feet under ground we in the slums we got all these guns we gon spray you wit the drum bitch you done if i hear you snitching don't be slipping cause your bitch ass will go missin snake out I'm finna head out and hit the streets now wooski finna get head while i count my bread imma finna hit the Street's dont test me i ride wit the heat