Uh, yep, shows coming in but the P´s don´t stop (P´s don´t stop) Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock (On the Glock) Big micro, put a nigga in the box (Put him on box) Designer track runners, double G´s on my socks (On my socks) Uh, nigga, we ain´t ducking no smoke (No, no), only time we running when the narcs hit the spot (Yeah, the narcs) Uh, I´m really thugging in the streets, only time I´m on the porch is when the box finna drop Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (Boogers in the watch) Psychic vision, had a dream ´bout the guap (Dream ´bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (Brains in one spot) Contaminate a Glock with fresh blood from a opp (Yeah, a opp) Nigga, we ain´t squashing no beef (No, no), spin again and again ´til somebody else dropped (Gotta drop) You would have been dead but you working with the cops (Working with the cops)
Uh (What?) Yep (Yep) Seventy-five shooters on point like a sniper (Shooters on go) Fuck a Hellcat, pulled up in the Viper (Yoom) Shitbag a nigga, now you gotta wear a diaper Christian Loub´ shoes, bleed red like a psycho (Drip)
Hell nah, I don´t want the P through the mail, hit the road, yeah, I still overnight ´em (No ship) We ain´t saving hoes, yeah, we only one-night ´em (Yeah) I just wanna fuck you and hold down, hold the title (Hold the title) Thirty thousand in my jeans, make my pants fit tighter I´m the chosen one, fit in line like the cycle Stolen car with the dealer seal, no title Free my dogs out the pen´, I´m on the road, still righting ´em (Yep) Can´t take me out, up north in New York with the sticks and we screaming, "Fuck Rikers" (Yep) Ride with them choppers like bikers (Like bikers) Shoot shit up, I feel bad for a fighter (For a fighter) Real street nigga, you a Facebook typer (You a typer)
Playing with the gang, right or wrong, you in danger (Yep, yep) Cool with clientele, I don´t really serve strangers (Nope, nope) Shooters on go, hell nah, can´t tame ´em (Brrt) Smoke ´em with the wood, faceless, can´t name ´em (Can´t name ´em) I was down bad in the trap, I done came up (I done came up) Reach for the chain, guarantee you´ll get flamed up (Brrt, brrt)
Uh, yep, shows coming in but the P´s don´t stop (P´s don´t stop) Put it in my nine, Ray Charles on the Glock (Ray Charles on the Glock) Big micro, put a nigga in the box (Put him on box)
Designer track runners, double G´s on my socks (On my socks) Uh, nigga, we ain´t ducking no smoke (No, no), only time we running when the narcs hit the spot (From the narcs) Uh, I´m really thugging in the streets, only time I´m on the porch is when the box finna drop (For the box) Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (In the watch) Psychic vision, had a dream ´bout the guap (Dream ´bout the guap) Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (One spot) Contaminate a Glock with fresh blood from a opp (Yep, a opp) Nigga, we ain´t squashing no beef, spin again and again ´til somebody else dropped (Gotta drop)
You would have been dead but you working with the cops (With the cops)