We pull up with four sticks and four thirties
Yeah that's a hundred twenty them hollows
I was just jugging work out in the city
Selling them d**, Izzy El Chapo
Business the motto, no we don't beef 'bout no broads
That's some s**er sh** n***a
That that buster sh** n***a
I should bust your sh** n***a
I'm done with this n***a
Bro told me chill but I couldn't
Had to just throw on a hoodie, put on a mask
Had to just load up the MAC
Had to just put on the gloves, cover the tats
First degree murder, really done did it
Two-two-threes, they'll knock off his fitted
Taught me I'm wicked, taught me I'm evil
I just say that I was growing up different
f** did I say, we was growing up twisted
Got plates in the sink but no food on the dishes
Mother seen what I did, got suspicious
I'm sorry ma, I'm tryna run up these digits
We'll pull up on 'em with the chopper
I got a lot of shooters on my roster
They gon' say put me in
Then they gon' spend a band like a scene up outta Shottas
But I ain't Jamaican, don't get it mistaken
'Cause a n***a still crazy
All these bands, I'm 'bout to rake in this sh** for the taking
Think I'm gonna need a banker, damn
But I don't trust no bank
So I put them racks up in the mattress
Still stacking up like it's Tetris
All them bands, I'm getting profit n***a, I don't pay no taxes
No I don't pay no taxes, b**h I was trapping
Brrt, phone ringing like a b**h
Look at my face tat, it's a Glock twenty-six, with a thirty in the clip
Same glizzy that I got right now
Same glizzy that I use on your round
Same n***a on the block from the trap
You the same n***a from the circus of clowns
Run down on 'em and I'm puttin' em down
Duct tape, better not make a sound
I got a Glock seventeen, fifty rounds
Yeah, what you talkin' 'bout now?
n***as say they gettin' money
I came on your block, man that n***a was bluffing
Say, you say you got them hundreds
I'm running down on a n***a, I'm clutching
Hugo n***a, b**h I been a boss
Louis belt with my nina ross
Henny in me, got me 'bout to spazz
Leave me 'lone 'cause b**h I'm in my bag
I just be doing my thing, ayy
You should not move in my lane, ayy
Got an AR and the K, ayy
Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy
Sound like the alphabet, ayy, ayy
B, you don't want to see me
I slide through your block with the D-E
Bow, shootin' like TV
G, this sh** is easy
See, clear like HD
B, I sold like eight P's
Ice be so cold like an AC
Can't you see that n***a spazzing?
Chopper in my hand, you know that I'm blasting
Can't you see that n***as rachet?
Don't care your situation, n***a I'm taxing
'Cause I need me a fraction
Whatever you making we gon' start subtracting
I hop out that p**y then I hop back
Tell lil baby I want it from the back end
Since we talkin' 'bout math
I'm adding my profit, I flip it, I multiply
I shoot him straight in his eye
That n***a was smooth, I don't know how I saw the guy
I keep me a shooter with me
I don't do no regular, b**h yeah the shooter with me
I'm really a shorty n***a
I like my b**h old, I got me a cougar with me
Yeah n***a, f** wrong with you dumb a** n***as man
Fifty round drum, thirty round drum, hundred round drum in this b**h right now
f** you talkin' 'bout, sound like a motherf**in' auction in this b**h, you heard me
Baltimore sh** n***a
Yeah yeah yeah, you heard what the f** my brother said n***a
Fifty round, thirty round, hundred round n***a
Sound like a motherf**ing auction n***a
Come get what you can afford b**h a** n***a
Bandhunta sh**
Really the motherf**in' murder team if you f** with us