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