Little crowdy
Whats up my n***az?
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
Got my whistle on my hip
Pistol on my whip
Live my life on a rush
Ex-convict still riding with guns
Smoke bombs sh**
Its hard to take a p**y n***a serious
You bleed, period
I aint tryinto hear you
You can talk to the barrels
Double art
Your whole team may rest in piece
You slept with a banker
Wait until I pull the b**hes out
And make you n***az get the f** out of here
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
Whistle on my hip
We get eaten by fish
I aint whippin
n***a like a villain
Your b**h wants to tie me
And when there are problems we bring the street sweapers
My n***az come and get you
Body in the ground , rest in piece
They will miss you
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
My whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip
I got whistle on my hip
Pistol on my wip