okay cocaine in a crock pot non stop on the clock make a nigga drop walk ot out like a flip flop shit so good make your head spin like top fuck a fed fuck the government fuck a cop I stay walking the walk and all u haters and snales do is talk I got my city and my small towns on lock like what whatcha gotta say abput that dont make me go get my clock n my gat cuz I knoq I will and ill be right back dont give a damn of I got to ride on four flats everyday stunting in my Yankee ball cap believe that I eat these bitches up like a snack in and out of the trap pistol constantly on my lap imagine that fuck with me and thell be a murder the last thing ill hear is clack clack blat gun yo ass down in your own parking lot