[Verse 1: Geezy]
I been sittin' thinkin' who's really real now havin' visions of other n***a's takin' deals now. Im from the dot where them n***as keep they steel out ain't no time to wheel out just pop off and peel out. Err Err from oxys to percs hard white soft lines who gonna sniff it first? I gotta pump that defines the purpose of gravity, one shot'll fly you kick you back to reality. But wait, let me snap back to reality. Had to make 9 out of 5 no salary. Been in some shootouts the next side miss me, n***as talk beef until I turn them to minced meat. n***a's think they good or cause the place that they lived in. Never put a penny in that pot that you dipped in. How you say you eat with your n***a's and break bread, break what, put your face to the curb and I'll break necks. Only sell bling one twin will break heads and one white shell from the pump will break legs, one nine cop a top bullet will take lives and 3 pulls off my PK will take flights. Yup, but nothin' like Air Canada remember when my momma caught me in my room baggin' up and I know that sellin' d** is nothin' I should brag about, but you should know that when I touch the road I bring my magnum out. Five shots for these five haters haters, bye hater you can hide now but you gon' die later you skipped a snub fine playa' it's real hot and they don't show no love where that Nine takes ya. I'm floatin' on the clouds somethin' like I'm on Nimbits you witness my n***a's move balls no Timbits I'm still here on my Seven-five rich sh** six over five in my semi-auto fif' clip. Diss diss, ask around I get pissed quick see the bright flash then my whole damn wrist flicks. Big b**h, tell me if you really with this, oh you a snitch so I think you the witness. Geezy dun' been on his gun sh** might not a been a hand held but I know that the pump kicks. Cold hearted n***a's took the life of a young kid when I was young I used to roll with n***a's that pump bricks. FDS we flee the scene quick when we dub this, we show no love but live life like we love thi,s never say sh** like our mom raised dumb kids. I'll still break bread with my n***a's I run with. No Indian's but we f**in' with them brown boys maybe nine small but it still make a loud noise, still make a loud noise