~Slow~

Yo Stone Cold, Where that trench Coat, With that 44 hanging out that window,, While He's Sitting in the back of tha bullet proof Catalac, With Blue Rags Hanging out tha Doors, We Drippy we Flow, We don't Give no fucks about no hoes ,We Shoot up The Police an the O Blocks, Thats Our Spot, Don't take my shit or ull get dropped, Trip thru the third eye realised life in many ways in my mind, Cuz Im Crazy With a K inside, you can see it in my eyes, An when that monster come out, Yall should run and hide, Cuz ill pop off like the twin towers crashing down, its a Photogenic scean with blood and diamonds everywhere cuz you tried to run from me, Got caught in the back wit 2 rounds, you fall down praying for God to not take ur existence, I walk up take that 44 put it to tha back of ur head, An Say any last words? He starts jibering i send one thru his head, I hear the syrins so I skrt off in the forgen whip with 8 stacks in my lap with a bad bitch, with a icy rolex on my wrist you can see from a mile away, Going 120 Those Piggys can't catch us. We Gone.