They be saying this and that, all that s**t is cap
Pull up on ’em real rough like “Where the energy at?”
I shot you, I robbed you and y’all ain’t do nothing back
Remember that? ni**as lacked, y’all ain’t do nothing back
But make tracks, su*k d**k, n***a eat my sack
I shot at all yall rappers real life, no cap
The feds charged me for that, a whole f*****g case
So eat a d**k, lil’ n***a, don’t watch my face
Ain’t no biddy black, run up on a n***a, give me that
Where your jewelry at, stupid lil’ n***a?
Give me that
Where your blicky at? Pull up on him, make it brrat
B***h, you know that when I see you we gon make it brrat
I got this 50 50 50 shot make him Milly Rock
Silly Blicky, caught a glizzy shot, made him Diddy Bop
Still be posted by the chicken spot ’cause my city hot
Silencer that s**t on shh, but this 40 pick a shot
I got this Mickey-Mickey-moppy-moppy mop mop
Look, you can catch a shot sh-shot sh-shot shot
I can twirl any drop d-drop d-drop drop
I got the game on lock, l-lock, l-lock lock