b**h i dont argue cause im poppin, b**h i'd rather go shoppin
12 took my bros away but what the f** is they stoppin
Pops been gone since i was 6, a hatin n***a had shot him wit no problem like he didn't have little babies behind him
It's not okay and ima spot him, and slide down on his momma
Hit her a** with the Glock and rock his a** with the choppa
Hope his kids up in the crib so i can leave with trauma, and put em in a box with whats lft with they momma
Im a bomb a** b**h, you call me lil osama
Move my OG out the hood and take her to the Bahamas
b**h my daddy was the realist i can put that on somebody
If i told you what was up, i might have to catch an body
Slide own your block, you know i got the choppa
Sittin on the trenches, man you know the block hot
RJ on the best, you know im finna eat
Them bloods was coming new With some new devils, new gucci, and them margielas b**h