[Verse 1]
Okay now tell these haters be gone
We on, a whole-nother level
The top is where I belong
Down for whatever
Wrong n***a to sleep on
Someone bring a shovel tell these rappers 'RIP' home
Since I can remember, all I knew was P-stones
Why you think they call me gunner for?
Little homie keep chrome
Put two through your cheek bones
Smoke one on your b**h a**
One hand on my steering wheel
The other one's on your b**h's a**
Yeah n***a I get cash constantly
Catch me in a two door Jag pa**ing cars on Ponce De Le
Young b**h, I'm on b**h
Like Lil Kim in her old days, I'm nasty with it
But I like my b**hes bow-legged, know know, ? with it
Yessir, J-O-D-Y B-R double E Z-E
Keep it OG like Eazy E
But I ain't no crip though
Four fifth new clip on my hip so
Don't trip get whipped out your mother f**ing seat won't beat tell them n***as 'better get low'
These n***as sweet like ?
I'm k**ing these n***as like Newports
My stomach's growling, and y'all n***as looking like meatloaf
I do this twenty-four hours
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? cowards
Jody Breeze, aye yeah, that's that n***a
Say you want some weed, aye, pa** that n***a
'What you about to do to me?'
Oh, blast that n***a
Now he dead, and that's that n***a