im on yo tail running up them checks n knockin off them bags coolin rollin i tole shorty give me head from the bck Eiffel towers wht it look like wen im tryna make a stack yuh might me call me Peter Griffen cuz my pockets stay on fat put a bag on top yo head i put as 4 mill i got the diamonds cross my neck cant forget to grill why u think u f4l u ain neva kill mermber we ain have no food soppp we hade to steal Smith & Wesson gone keep track so if u try to run u ain fast enough think u can outrun a gun slide in from the front then put him in the trunk Choppa put all y'all to sleep then i come in, n bunk opps name on this bullets bullets going crazy i jus pop one of them slepping pills im going brazy nigga claim tht he a killer tht bullshi dont faze me smith & Wesson make sure niggas go to sleep im on yo tail leave yuh niggas stail it dont ring a bell i come bleed your block let off shots nobody tell said i wanna drop a album before they put me in tht cell bullets jus like fire let it off yall going to hell walking on yo grave finna get real disrespectful i come hit chu in yo head then i make tht nigga mental i a put chu in yo casket but dont come to the funeral how i make 60 a day thts all day but its a numeral u niggas be bitches hope yall miss me wit tht bullshit if i wanna kill makesure it ain no footprint im not the richest so i jus got sum money think yo ass gone get sum of mine boi u funny