(Police Dispatch Operator Talking)
Chorus:
Im in the field motherf**er you get gunned down where i live, with the steels and my shawties quick to k** you off them pills, If you real with 4 30's and 4 shawties on the drill, In the cut they see you BAH! Every n***a they see they k**
Verse 1:
And you call you in some narcotics you know i rob and k**, holla M you got some kick though action, you know im robbin steel
Throw these 40's in the steel, ain't no safety on the steel, no protection shooting reckless, every shot i shoot to k**. Told rex put it on the scale, it'll soften fully after scale, and its heavy on the smell, you could tax em' moving sales, and the block'll still be poppin, you can find me on that at (@), posted up, i ain't comin out without this 40 cal., got a traphouse full of pounds, Glocks and K's with extra rounds, i pull stick-ups, Glocks to chest and face dont make a sound, got my shawties won't be down, when im gone they hose it down, i threw a buck in this K, im shootin round after round after round
(Police Dispatch Operator Talking)
Verse 2:
Kick the door and lay you down, smack em' up for bricks and pounds, where the yayo, torture motherf**ers till its found, call up Relly from the town, we get them 40 rounds, i just faced this half an ounce i need another ounce, bought this pistol for a G, just for my enemies, all my reall n***as locked up they needa let em' free, 30 shots up in the semi they won't let me breathe, i fought two or ten murders i let my lawyer be, i just copped some raw dope, it came from over seas, you can play and get smoked, my n***as k** for free, in the spot chop this coke we sellin nicks to the hoes, we stay with Glock 40's we shoot this pole at your nose, yea im posted on Cole's, with molly, defense, and O's, traphouse bumpin, i love my d-line clothes, cook the soft till it froze, charge a 9 for the hoes, got the pigs by the stove, close up shop gotta go
(Police Dispatch Operator Talking)