turning niggas heads when I hope up on tha beat if a nigga got a problem then I guess we call it beaf niggas steady hating cuz I'm grooving in these streets if u wanna talk that shit then we pull up with that heat ak-47 on my side on tha left not yah we pull up then we slide yah yall know wat I'm about I dont need to tell no lie I ain't got no time for games I got money on my mind all yall niggas dry like u came up 9ut a drought straight up out the gutters yah yall know wat I'm about there ain't no room for talking with a pistol in ur mouth got u niggas scared tryna hide up in yo house grooving down ur blocc we be silent as a mouse tryna get that bag while yall tryna bring us down u say u from the north but I'm straight up from the south u in front of a god motha fuccer take a bow put u on a plat and eat u up like some chow everyday that u live 8s a day tahy I I allow fucc up on your hoe got them bitches going wow lips steady moving but tha words ain't coming out I swear u niggas scary yall acting like some bitchs so I'm poping ur cherry and his coffin ull carry now his ass is just a body and to tha gang I'll be married yall be acting so feminine so u pussys be fairies taking niggas life's for money so I ima missionaries up here on thos blocc I be chasing that bag making it rain on them bitches while they shaking that ass