Doo shit wit kickin do shit, we don’t know shit, homicides and a couple drums we gon blow shit , run butch I said run bitch for a mow shit ,had that nigga on the fuckin ground he was hopeless Verse two: yea these niggas don’t want smoke wit a real nigga, triggas we pull in triggas we gettin bigga Richa and yes I’m wit ha and Verse 3: and I’m on the block wit them killas and dem switchas we smokin swishas ligour ww drinkin ligoua