(M16)
Skrrt, skrrt
You can tell how it come on, I´m finna preach to you
(Johnny Shipes)

That motherfucker so hard, you hear the violins, the pianos
Shit might get too gangster for a church, though, uh

If we talkin´ paper and some P´s, then I got some
If you catch him saying somethin´ I said, then that my song
Told lil´ bitch she can´t be all in my business, she ain´t got one
If it´s a Draco, AR, carbine, Glock, then I done shot one
This shit crazy, I remember I was just broke and couldn´t re-up on weed
Now you probably think I´m with QC how I ride ´round with P´s
That bitch ain´t used to look my way, I got her on her knees

Man, it got me cocky on these bitches, that ho out my league
Plug send me bags and I punch ´em, I feel like Ali
Ain´t have twenty dollars, now I stuff a twenty in my jeans
On a paper route, I keep that Glock, the car ain´t got no key
You know Yay be clean, I´m a king, but I drip McQueen

I remember I used to fall asleep in church
My grandma used to slap the hell out my ass
I see why, though
´Cause when somebody talkin´ to you, you ´posed to listen to everything that they sayin´
Especially when a nigga like me talkin´, you feel me? (Hell yeah)

Uh (What you say?)

I say speed it up, this shit get foul, I´m an artist, not a rapper
These lil´ boys, they trappin´ backwards, shooters step like Kappas
Bitch ghost more than Casper, just pulled up at her casa
Pulled up two-door, this a coupe, so she blew me just like soup
Come through, step on shit like boots and you knowin´ they some steel toes
Think I´m slidin´ with strippers how we hoppin´ out with real poles
Playin´ one of my shows, get shot while I´m wearin´ my real clothes
My money, my family, and my chain, bitch, I´ll kill for

I say fuck the opps, they real broke
Leave shells at Citgo
Glock came with a fifty, catch an opp, his ass gon´ get ghost
Pour syrup all in my orange juice, I´m up early like French toast
Servin´ beans like pinto, I just told your ho to bend over
If she wasn´t an opp bitch, she would´ve been over
Wide body Charger in two lanes, I can´t get over
Just ordered some Dior, them hoes high, I spent your rent on ´em
Feel like you movin´ funny, then lil´ bitch, you ain´t gon´ get closer
Chopper got a telescope, my young nigga been sellin´ dope
My young nigga been sellin´ coke, my young nigga been havin´ ´bows

One car, we hit the road
Just drive that in, drive back
Twenty-five down, twenty-five back
Ran out that house with five flats
Bitch, you do the math, that´s five flat
If we slide on you, better slide back
Can´t lock up all the snitches, then just go´n give all the guys back (Free the guys)
Your lil´ bitch a groupie, pull out my dick, I bet she ride that
My shooter got a Glock 10, but he knocked him off for nine racks
You see the breeze, I ran through nine packs
If he send me somethin´, I fly back
All that talkin´ shit gon´ get you whacked
These niggas sweet, I´m smokin´ Sour Patch
I´m ´bout my cheese, in the cut clutchin´ a Big Mac

Them folks spinned that shit the same day that lil´ boy had his shit packed, gang