Look

I, I heard them suckas cooking up, well they gon' die together

Yeah, I be fucking with them Glocks, but I like barettas

First trip I ever took was with a Smith though

That boy was speaking in the M, caught a slit throat

Ain' nobody in my drill 'cause I don't miss bro

Then I pull up to your block and take a piss, ho

Barrel still smoking, caught him in the open

Singing me a kill 'cause I know them suckas wolfing

Pull up to the show once my niggas get to topping

Powder in the head, I know you smell it 'cause it's pokey

Drop the whole hunnid, I ain't leaving nothing less

Opposition want the smokin' but it don't relieve thе stress

Pull my drill out, then slam it, I only wanna do a stretch

You bеtter keep up with them hammers, you'll never know next, huh

We can box but I don't guarantee my brother will

You just want a picture with them niggas, you a sucka still

Give a fuck 'bout where you from, this my brother drill

Run the thumb, keep your gun, I'm popping like a pill

ThIs nigga sly, catch him slipping, he will suffer again

And it won't be because he's scared, it's because he can

Can't be tweaking, crazy bitch, we goin' on a ramp

And gotta do no further looking, catch me in the land