it Now you get out of here, I'm you You bastards can't push us around, wanna I'll you on
That twisted, stop playin' with that clip man Close them fuckin' too man, y'knahmsayin'? Yo, Don my, man, get out of the stove, man Get from the stove, nigga Stop playin' man, the fuck is you talkin'
I'm in the crib watchin' Larry King The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' kush nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a roach Go get the ashtray, pour the glass of Crut Tap the bottle toast
Barrie a sip for the cause, yeah my son Soon to be three, tried to fill his bottle run I got a collect call, heard niggaz down the block is fightin' Some nigga got, up brawlin'
Heard the kid was nineteen, Lil' too His father up at the dealer, he loved boo They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't havin' it Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the color of
on a intervene, guess who tried to wild on me my nigga This is like out of the I'm in the stretch, jumped out, tucked the chain Proceeded to talk to him, you heard the heavy face slap
Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the vexed Fucked up my writing hand, that's my Now I wanna kill lil' nigga true Only thing that my gun flamin' 'cause he related to you
He ain't related to me Just that I knew him for like eighteen until he violated my gear If my lil' homey, yo he eat for me
Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never me home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat A live gunslinger well known, to dance when the heat is on
Stapleton days, shoot in the groin' The gun went off, it looked like a When he to the floor, holdin' his nuts "God damnit, shit I put one in my balls"
What the fuck y'all at me for? Call the police, do Motherfuckers standin' around, watch when I get All gonna be terror Death to you, you," he at Red
I said chill that's fam He put real work in that make you cute, fuck But anyway, son, indeed, he stole two rugbies Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't it
Yo, Lord, I out his teeth Now he's rockin' those false joints everything's peace