[Sample]
Can't grip on that tec-9
Now its time to creep
Hallow tip
In the club
Put s**ers in the deep
[Verse 1: RAMIREZ]
All my n***as' shooters, grippin' on the f**ing ruger
Ice with the cake
Put that busta' in his f**ing place
Boy you still think you home, my bullets coming like his head
Make ‘em do a back flip
You looking like a rat mane
b**h I am a peace
And I'm the one that you don't test
Lurking in the grave for some s**ers
And they flesh
Creepin' on the come up so you better place your bets
Cos' these hallow tips
Ranging from your chest to your neck
You're not!
f**ing with my gang doug
I got cash all over my bank
All up on to bring the sky tho'
I'm alright bullets come down hitting any p**y in the way
Invading your home
Rouletting the game
So one that's the big in the dirt
So take us up there
Take my chest and suit up my wrists
I'm running by heaven to body to head
[Outro]
Can't grip on that tec-9
Now its time to creep
Hallow tip
In the club
Put s**ers in the deep