Fuck coming back with blood, he coming back with B´s
Uhh, stepping back from bluff, he getting back with 3´s Ran him down, he race on feet, and getting back on jeeps 40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP´s
First you hear them guns, and then you hear them pleas Shots hit him right in the chest, watch him fall right to his knees T-Ten K for a hit, I gotta watch him bleed I got pounds for low, 50 bowls in this trunk Uhh, switch fuck up his head, they brought his body back Fuck up the streets in a S five 50, I´m hot like zombie spat A white boy hop in the back of the jeeps, in a abercrombie hat
B-Brodie call my phone, happy as hell, ´cause I bought hella guns Put a pound on my block, we ran it up now we got hella funds Free Dudey out that can, OGZK, he made them all run Niggas lucky I ain´t have it way back then, I would of caught one Now we got the switches on deck, this ain´t no regular gun Big O´l chain on my neck, with a rollie on my arm Put the check on ya neck, if I want you dead, you gone Ya mans had died in that cab, and he get mentioned every song (Rah Rah) (ha-ha) (rah rah)
Yeah, I know I can´t trust a bitch because she still Vicky She made itch holes in my shirt, it´s cool It´s still Ricky I just poured up a four, she see it in my face Yeah, fuck nigga don´t owe money, hell nobody, no cash We just spin back inna hunnid, double that on my dash (yeah) She said ´oh my god, “Ts, do not crash´” What, I ain´t have time to fuck, so she gave me head to last
Fuck coming back with blood, he coming back with B´s
Uhh, stepping back from bluff, he getting back with 3´s Ran him down, he race on feet, and getting back on jeeps 40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP´s