[Verse 01]

Never play with the gangland

Or you’ll ride in the ambulance

Hopping out the caravan

Hoodies up like the taliban

If you shoot at me, imma shoot ya manz

You better hope this toolie jam

Then i peel off like the touré de France

Fuck ya bitch, and get her pregnant

And even if i die, she won’t get shit

From my last will & testament

Nodding off the medicine

You better leave that boy alone

Cause he's not a gangsta, he civilian

Getting head from shorties that Brazilian

She mad if I won’t hit the club if I can't bring the 40 in

Plus I got the clip in

All the scales is digi

Ya lean is looking fizzy

It fizzle in the cup

Man that boy served you cut

All these fake gangstas, don’t believe these rappers

They writing statements, talking to cameras like actors

When you run up on em, they walking and talking backwards

And GHos be in the whip, smoking mid out the backwood

I hold the Mac like I’m fleetwood

Lil shorty staring at my lap

And she wondering if she should

Suck on my uhhh, I’m in lust, not in love

I been cold since high school taking cigarette puffs

Shorty used to smoke the camel crush

Can tell that she was down to fuck

Word to mommy, hand her the toolie, she was down to bust

That’s my lil shotgun shorty

All she do is rollup and chug down 40s

She think she sucking on my dick but that’s my Glock

Suck me so good was gon say something, but i forgot

She think she sucking on my dick but that’s my Glock

Suck me so good was gon say something, but i forgot