[Verse 1 - Tommy Wright III]
Me and my partner TipToe 'bout to do a homicide
Crankin' up the ride, finna go out on the east side
First I roll a blunt so rappers like us can get high off the spliff
So when we gets to cap we won't have no pity when we k**
Rolled up on the set (real slow) with the lights off
Then I see my enemies, wanna cap 'em with the sawed off
Bustas standin' on the corner, sippin' on some Alizé
That's when I got the tec, (?) in the clip and the commence to spray
Jump back in the Chevy, burned rubber, as I left the scene
Still blazed from last night so a k**er to Tommy Wright just ain't no thang
Ballin' down jailbird, headed to a CTO
Buy me a getaway, packed my backs and lay low
Go and pop the trunk and put the pump in the plastic bag
Bury in the yard of the house that my father had
Now these s**ers fearin' me with rumors lurkin' on the streets
That I shot another, left his body like a refugee
Yellow tape, chalked bodies, blood on the concrete
Won't go to jail now or later, step to me, you'll meet yo maker