This'll chopper really make a nigga dance like a ballerina I keep them pistols just in case if a nigga comes packing I'm never lacking you catch me out in these streets swear to God started scrapping matter fact pull out the strap let the whole forty out in to you dome your bitch is giving me dome a bullet is going straight through your dome bitch you need to go home with your stink ass get the fuck out of my face before you get murked out on the streets swear to God put that on my life you ain't about the street life you never be about that street life put you in a hearse with a curse I got the curse and my backpack I'm in the back with the pack smoking up the pack and the back of the whip I'm balling on these nigga so hard they can't catch up bitch I'm only just getting started hold up I'm starting it just like car up going so fast im getting whip flash with the cash bitch you got a rash with the tat ratatat matter of fact is your life on the line so don't waste no time bc you playing with your life line matter of fact playing with wife's life just like a bike life is going good but you crashed into the light we about to fight lights out the lights are out the ops are out Brody about to get out I'm knock You out lights out