[Verse 1]

Ay Look

Ain't nothing changed but the leaves on the trees

And ya'll coming short like the sleeves on the tees

The money long here like a weave to your knees

So I don't just stunt man, I'm Evel Knieve

And I don't just front man, I back it up

I'm so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up

I breeze through, bullshit

I seize through

With the snub nose .38, bullets just squeeze through

**Choo**

And he's through, just like autumn

Where niggas slip, they fall

Guess who caught em?

Fuck it, kill 'em all like God sought 'em

Next year, Gucci shoe, yeah I sport 'em

And I would tell you where I bought 'em

But they ain't from here, and they might deport 'em

So fall back like the seats in the back

Niggas late, take the seats in the back, Church

[Verse 2]

And ain't nothing up but the top on the coupe

The pockets are fat man, the guap lookin scoop

Got three little women like the pop singing group

I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop

They on my joint, cause I'm rolling with the paper

Under the wing niggas just fold up like the paper

You go make me put you in a headline

And you're girl go help you come up with a hairline

Her suck game while I'm driving is a fool

She know it's head first like she diving in a pool

Right stroke, left stroke, was a death stroke

Bitch blow a whistle like she got a refs throat, foul

And I'm so flagrant

Aim at the neck when I spread that fragrance

I went chrome like cologne

Smell me, nothing you can tell me, gone