[Intro]

Ay you close that door for me bro

Know them peoples watchin

Yuh ,look , aight

Yea yea

[verse 1]

Told my momma I’m sorry I fuck wit the streets

My mind fucked so I fuck up the beat

No none of these Niggas ain’t fuckin wit me

I can’t go to sleep without a drum tucked in my sheets

Ima wolf and they some fuckin sheep

My bitch trippin we ain’t fuck in weeks

Wit these 7.62 ima beast

Catch a op lookin sweet you can bet he ain’t fuckin meetin

And I bet that lul bitch let me fuck and we meet

Smoke some door crank a beat then I fuck and repeat

This choppa keep going it’s stuck on repeat

That boy like Lebron he don’t fuck wit the heat

And I don’t do no purp on no Twitter

But just know lul nigga this shit can go up in the streets

I might fuck that lul bitch and then feel on her butt

We can pull up right now catch you slipping for what

You can die in the crowd or get killed ina cut

Treat that boy like a cut and we ain't spillin his guts

I yell out squad and they yell out gang gang

SSO my bruvas the same thang

Tell that bitch to back up while I’m gang gang

Or get smacked in the eye when my chain swang

I said sorry lul mama lets get you some ice you leavin wit me tonight

All I need is some drank and a litter sprite

If you look at my neck you could see the light

That nigga beefin cause I fucked his hoe again

I’m like fuck it tell gang here we go again strike that bitch out like a bowling pin

I fucked her so loud fucked around and thought the feds kicked the door again

All this pain that I’m holdin in I got bruvas ion know no friends

Bitch I want M’s get the fuck out da way

40 7.62 beat the fuck out yo face

Yea I was starvin ain’t get a plate

And now that im up they can’t get a plate

Might get a scrimmage but they gotta pay

Told that bitch ima fuck but she got away

And it ain’t shit I gotta say but

Ay ay ay ay ay

Then they go crazy

Pull up and hop out they shit this condo is lit doe

I know pull up hop out a hit

But I wish that I named that bitch pull up and hop out wit stick

Cause SSO don’t do talkin for shit

All my men pull up and pop out and hit you gon get hit

So if we miss Issa blessin go take it to church

Better go tell ya god thank you for the day when we slid for not takin you first

Put trust in a nigga it’s takin a hurt

Trustin a bitch is makin it worse

Situation fucked up but I’m makin it work

If the numbers too high we takin the work

(Skrtt) pull up and fuck her and dip don’t fuck then you dip only fuckin wit green hoes

Then I pull up ona op and they keep on clickin like my muhfuckin screen froze

I got 100 band, dreams, goals

I count dirty money in clean clothes

FUCK! What was the problem I just drop my chain in my drain and my lean froze

That shit dripped on my shoe got codeine toes

That bitch say she love me what she mean doe

Got a Glock 40 but the beam broke

Don’t trip these hunnit shots turn him to shit

Leave that boy reekin

I’m the one coolan and be the one tweakin

Fuck allat tweakin the fuck is we linkin

They like last thing we seen was a drum and a link

Send shots to ya head like we comin for Lincoln

I’m thumbin through hunnits you thumbin through Lincoln’s

I saw ya bitch I thought she had a seizure

My chain hit the sun and that bitch started blinkin

I leave a op bet his [???] go get em

And goin so much till ya shit get the stinkin

I’m do my talkin in the booth so I’m done wit this beef

This shit hurt when I rap so you know you’ll get hurt if we beef

If you lookin like [????] now you got blood on yo teeth

Then the last thing you’ll taste is this 223

[Outro]

Ay man look man it’s bout 7 7.62 ina drako tell a fuck nigga lay low

It’s bout 4 hollows Ina 45 where you fuck niggas gon hide man

And Issa green beam Ina [????] bring the bitch out him when he see me