The clapped claps of guns make ya

Head snap

Don't paper chase then slap distaste

Out of takes

Wack foes closed window shows and

Hell shows

Hold alphabets and co tecs with metric

And steps

Waxing guns packing tones of dollars

And ones

Fuck forfeits and messy stole trucks that

Hold sips

Closing niggas down, fixing holes and fake

Downs

Maxed fleeing jail odeing while microphone

Pleading

Cops get jabbed, thrown in the back lash

Cell lounge

Stacks and cataracts get back tracked then

Slacked

Don't shoot then trade coups and rescoop

The mad loot

Folding clothes topping mold cеnterfold to

Be swole

Bars gеt caps, cars get tapped then straps

Don't lack

Guns pistols and Glocks hey hey on the corner

Block

Either im getting money or somebody getting

Shot

Guns pistols and Glocks hey hey on the corner

Block

Either im getting money or somebody getting shot