We sliding in a four door coupe and that bitch all black that nigga say he smoking pressure bitch we smoke a whole pack I’ll pull up to your spot sliding in a hellcat look at pockets they enormous i don’t call my shit fat bitch and I’m in traffic with tru B I call that nigga glee he wipe your nose yeen gotta sneeze some of my niggas cripping but I’m rocking with the b’s and I ain’t fucking on these bitches I just get em on they knees yea your nigga got shot you heard that choppa blast bitch that pussy nigga was a opp shii got nasty every nigga getting pop we ain’t giving no passes and YoungMob the military we living the fastest nineteen with two kids finna be a daddy I’m tryna blow up on a bag and make my mama proud git when this shit blow up I swear to god ima have the crowd lit these bitches all up on my dick I swear I feel crowded all these niggas some bitches I don’t even want them round me they say I do this the best they need to gone crown me I might pull up in a vet or pull up in a crown Vick and all my ice it’s so wet it might just leave the crowd sick Yea bitch I’m rolling with the gang they some fucking rastas we the same niggas sent em to the fucking doctor they saw them hanging out the window with that fucking choppa this shit I’m smoking is so strong like Larry the lobster you fake you a flodger send them hations to rob you more money more problems fuck the feds and the coppers got his bitch she gone top us the gang solid no floppas we to fast you can’t stop us niggas hating wanna rob us but let his ass play find out where he stay hit him with that K nigga bet not jump no gate eating good look at my plate I’m moving fast I boost the rate I’m YMM I bang the eight heard he want smoke we slide like skates don’t want you hoes you not my taste you betta Duck I’m finna spray like Kodak said I’m with your bae hell nawl ian come to play bought a Glock I paint it gray the feds On us I do the face your bitch she dumb I think she laced she say she like the way I taste I said it’s up aye check the score my niggas ready they gone blow hit your ass in your nose make your bitch touch her toes clutching bitch I got my pole you run up you might end up swole big racks you know I keep a roll packed her shit and told that bitch to go I’m thugging out in public you niggas be thugging on the low