[Intro]

I put the crack up in the candy box

Rocks for the narcs, we set up shop

Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap

Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot

Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not, brrt

[Interlude]

You know how we comin’ nigga

[?] all I'ma say

[?]

[Chorus]

Ay, I told my brother go and kill him

Don't you come back ’til you catch the man

We be spinnin' like a ceiling fan

Three choppas in the minivan

My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends

Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan

Did a show then fucked a ho'

I sold a bowl right to the pope

Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat

Get 'em hit, then let 'em know

I'ma tell ’em come change the score

Caught him, got to runnin’ though

Got a gun, you ain't dumpin’ on 'em

[Verse 1]

Check him out and bag him up, that's if he comin' after us

We be slidin’ 'til the dawn and dusk

This drillin' shit give me a rush

I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a ratchet bitch

Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?"

I put him in my 'wood

Fuck them pistols, load them choppas

Next time he won't need a doctor

A killing spree, I've been schemin' for so long I dream about it

Did so many drills, a couple of 'em, I forgot about 'em

Hollow tips rip through his T, T on TV like Jimmy Fallon

I got my doggy on the Roxys, he told me he want a body

Grab the mask, we gon' disguise it

Pop one, but I want the posse

And every nigga that's been dissin' done got a bullet behind him

We gon' leave a nigga missin', so kiss your mama and family

Ayy, big gat, we knock his shit back

All that tough shit that you talkin' it get you shot at

And we can't get up off your head, because I want that

I said I want that nigga dead, yeah, we on that, ayy

[Chorus]

Ay, I told my brother go and kill him

Don't you come back 'til you catch the man

We be spinnin' like a ceiling fan

Three choppas in the minivan

My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends

Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan

Did a show then fucked a ho'

I sold a bowl right to the pope

Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat

Get 'em hit, then let 'em know

I'ma tell 'em come change the score

Caught him, got to runnin' though

Got a gun, you ain't dumpin' on 'em

[Verse 2]

Ay, I'm thuggin' hard, that's how I live

We was taught to die or kill

On the block Bob the Builder

Don't want to scale it, you know it's just digits

Creep on a nigga, we leavin' him cripple

Why whould I miss? I've been waitin' to send him

I got the Drac' and it give me adrenaline

We aim at your face and erase a nigga, ayy (Brrt)

[Interlude]

Eh, eh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Choppa come with this shit nigga, on Grape

Don dada

We doin' this shit nigga

Don dada

Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

[Post-Chorus]

I put the crack up in the candy box

Rocks for the narcs, we set up shop

Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap

Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot

Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not (Brrt)