big as choppa holey moley oley we gone spary them rounds pistol aint too big but still gon lay em down no SWAT team but we teflon down for the battlegrounds two middle fingers put em the air we gone wave em high bullets sound likes birds chirping while they flying everyday in my hood niggas dying mamas crying one band one sound we gon drum you up make you go to church when we stomp stomp you up i came from hood where no one gives a fuck shootouts held in broad day like a maasacre who is you nigga you might be an officer ill fuck ya mind up like im a philosopher and if u didnt know i run them bands up like cleo i am not a average bitch no morals ill kill ya ass and help look for a florals then be at your funeral crying with your mama this world is wicked so you better stay humble im speak my mind and show my ass like a plumber the world in my hands if its balled you'll crumled i run the whole show you the kid im the mama except i dont love ya and naw i dont trust ya so yep i guess its fuck ya