All I hang around is murderers
I'm still ran em with the rarri
Those boys my partners

So you don't want these problems

Squad %#@! cause I'll have em slippin thorugh your closet

Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a $#&@ %#@!
The ^!$$%s that I rock with, don't give a $#&@ about %#@!
They hight %#@!, they got bricks but act like they ain't got %#@!

With the logic, no need to @@#! it, cause I done @@#! it
Grab them chop stick, stay with the box and
I have em boxin,

That's fantastic, the pager landed, I'ma do gymnastics
I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket


[Hook]
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I'm in the kitchen tryina do the high jump

I'm count money in my mother$#&@in linger
And I wish a ^!$$% would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son

Now you a street ^!$$%, he ain't got no gun
You talking %#@! son, better get some
When we shoot in the air, we tryina hit somethin


Lookin at me crazy, wanna hit some
Fake rappin $$# ^!$$%, make her hit some

Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some
Your (*##$ ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some
Cut the stove on, let the pot boil

I'm a hot boy, ^!$$% $#&@ y'all
Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall
Street lottery, that mean my money long

Still in poverty, with the jack boys
I got 223, I got max boy
Let the dope dry, get your sack boy

Free bag game, and brick squad

[Hook]

I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I'm in the kitchen tryina do the high jump
I'm count money in my mother$#&@in linger

And I wish a ^!$$% would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
Now you a street ^!$$%, he ain't got no gun

You talking %#@! son, better get some
When we shoot in the air, we tryina hit somethin.