(Dubba-AA flexin´)
(Mm, Statik on the track)
(David Tell ´Em)

Nigga playin´ ´round with that dope, we send him straight through and fell

I go post up in the North, I´m on the block causing hell
I tell my dude lock down that corner, don´t give a fuck ´bout no 12
´Cause once them bitches lock us up, soon as we touch, we jump bail (This is the sound)
And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what´s mine
Don´t give a fuck ´bout where you from, you tote that flag, you a slime
I´m smokin´ pine, I´m totin´ that iron, it´s every time that I´m slidin´
I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch wan´ play with my mind
I ain´t got no time just for the jokes ´cause my big bro doin´ time
Bitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme

I come through swervin´, gettin´ dirty with them sticks in the ride
Plus I´m servin´ some shit you could cut ´bout four or three times
I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab
I´ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half
She want a sixty, smelled the shit up, went to coughin´, I laughed
He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain´t gotta take no bath
Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your on off
I ain´t quarantinin´ for a reason, we ain´t closin´ no stores
I´m still screamin´, "Killer season," zippin´ shit ´bout my bros

We got these hoes doin´ wrong, they throw a right, that´s the code
Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell
I chase that money like I´m Dezz, we drop that shit on Canell
And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at twelve
With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells
This is music to another level, cold-blooded fuckin´ stepper
How much that you made now? I say 20 M´s or better
So I got money for to fuck up, rap gon´ pay or settle
Or we gon´ rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell us

Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin´ ´round with that four pound
You can´t use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down
They slumped that boy right at the store, I swear it wasn´t no showdown
We blast at you and who because we aim to let a ho down
Do a verse and get it back, I couldn´t take a loss, huh
But bitch, you play with mine, your shit get splatt, we take one off, huh
Couldn´t ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh
Drop a bag, I serve ´em raw, then knock ´em all down (All down)

Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah

It´s on birthday, nigga, what you talkin´ ´bout? Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga
But I got somethin´ that´ll flash you way worser
Ol´ bitch ass nigga, I´ll dirt him, you hear me?
You already know how I get down, you already know how I´m bomin´
Everything gon´ with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gang
You´ll be in, you´ll be in
Ayy, what he say? You´ll be in or you´ll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say?
You´ll be in, and that´s on Dump
Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you´ll get slumped on this side, believe that
Yeah, what you on, foe?
Rapper gon´ give it back and that´s a fact