(Verse 1)
Pull up, ye my whip look like a turtle neck
And if you ain't heard of us, where the murder at

All eyes on me I think I'm 2Pac
2K's but I'm told me a 40 glock
Er'thing purple I mean er'thing

From the drink in my cup to the mary jane
I got a 30 on this 40 better bag bag
Or get your head crack like a bad bag

It's D Lo and my mama ain't no ^!$$% hoe
My ^!$$%s catch murders $#&@ a man slaughter
I'm Dick Rose, I won't miss a shot

I'm at the 3 throw line with this 40 glock
Rondo, I keep a 9 on me
Just to catch a #~!!@ ^!$$% try to slide on me

You ride for that (*##$, but you won't ride for a ^!$$%s
You's a B I T C H ^!$$%


(Hook)
Ok ^!$$% stay in your lane
For that gas got in your brain

Click clack bang bang
Never leave the house without my thing
Take your (*##$ and your chain

My ^!$$% you's a B I T C H
My ^!$$% you's a B I T C H
My ^!$$% you's a B I T C H

My ^!$$% you's a !#$*!

(Verse 2)

Ok, ^!$$% stay in your lane , stop saying my name
Tryin' to act like you a cat, you ain't got nothing lost
But this 9 will make you stay in your grave

You should be ashamed, young ^!$$% baller
Your (*##$ keep it calling
You should be ashamed, young ^!$$% flossing

And you ain't got %#@!
You should be ashamed, 'cause I'm poppin
Walking more, till my ^!$$%s go cop some

Ride rhymers through the hood
And tell my homies go pop some
We gon' pull up, we gon' hop out

And do your %#@! ^!$$%, you better drop some

(Hook)

Ok ^!$$% stay in your lane
For that gas got in your brain
Click clack bang bang

Never leave the house without my thing
Take your (*##$ and your chain
My ^!$$% you's a B I T C H

My ^!$$% you's a B I T C H
My ^!$$% you's a B I T C H
My ^!$$% you's a !#$*!