[Intro: Young Zing]

(The music was good)

(The conditions, were insidious)

[Verse 1]

Drunk off that drank

Pussies in my crosshairs

Hit it, point blank, fucking up all the welfares

Got a pussy in my streets, with some pussy shit

That’s a fuck up

I ain’t got a care, hold my cup up

Sippin’ and sippin’ and sippin’ and drank

Down with the liquor, my coupe like a tank

Shots fired, shots fired, stab ‘em with a shank

I’m from the back, they ain’t ready for the flank

[Verse 2]

They all fast now

Choosin’ and choosin’

Stacking these bills, how I always be cruising

I admit this shit is kinda stupid, sign up with the drug shit

And the gang [?] clowning, but the public love it

They be downing, shit

They be drowning in it, anyway

[Verse 3]

Ignorance is bliss

Drugs in my head

Take a hit, load a clip

Throw a fit, now I’m dead

I ain’t tryna talk about this shit but you’re bro-ing on

Lighting up your streets like my name is King Kong Clint

Andy, like my hoes Vandy

I’m tracing double so you better be ready for me

All these fees from these shopping sprees better stop me

Before I find the trigger then squeeze, pretty please

See me put in full gear, soon hit the max

Too high to burn, no time to relax

If you ain’t heard of what is difficult to figure, then I pull back the stick and put pressure on my trigger

Coolin’ so sick, smoking so thick

I can stack clout with a baseball mitt

Running with the cliques, you got real hard, real hard

Mob, she like the corn on the cob

We don’t like to talk about the mob, less need the money

Keep it lowkey cuz this shit ain’t funny

Nine millimeter hiding like Bugs Bunny

Keep the barrel close, keep the competitors running