Keep a choppa .223, all these bitches wanna fuck with me

Yeah they wanna fuck up on the team

Getting to the money, to the green

They can't relay, running up a check like a damn relay

720s and im on the interstate, i can't see if im okay

(yeah) yeah i know they spliffs going in and out of state

Look me in the eyes am i the one to blame

Cartier's on i got all the expensive taste

Bloodhounds pitfall, we at war renegade

Lost souls, tryna find my way home

Yеah im on the road making plays on a payphone

Under my spеlls they do whatever i say so

Big Glock 17 on my waist better laylow

Keep my heart in a black prada book bag

Mozzy hit the gas, no i can never look back

Yeah im scumbag all your cash yeah i took that

Take the money to the grave making plays countin big racks

Making tomb stones, see me in the store i got 2 phones

Hundred round drums and a new scope

In a graveyard with my main bro

MIA and im going,geo's on my feet like im owens

And its time to pay up yeah you owning

You can't run you can't hide where you going?

Yeah im zonin