Homie ridin w the heater onem

And he sit-in low cuz he know the people on him

It say 220 it’ll really do it won’t it

Glock 20 on me & I’ll really use it won’t it

You a junkie you ain’t shootin what I’m shootin homie

10millimeter bustin like a uzi don't it

10 CCs pushing through your whatchyacallit

I was 20 boi I was sitting in the county

Hopped out tho and I took up any bounty

Blueberrys little bens Ill take any money

Teal bands mix green and blue hunnits

I had to thank god that he put the priestes on me

I had to thank the devil that he put the leeches on me

Girl keisha says I could really be her Tommy

But this tommy gun kinda come between us don't it

And I got the POWER like it be my season don't I

50 50s im my jeans its killing season

Smart phones make me wanna get a beeper don’t it

Smart ass make me wanna go an * ya don’t it

Big stick like a paddle and I beat ya w it

I don’t need to tune my voice to make your bitch moist

Stretch gunstrong rich ya down the streetchya w it

And I pull-up in a Bruick I don’t need a Royce

Keep the dolce and gabana shit

That’s your girl at Benihana bitch

She call me daddy cuz her stomach hold a thousand kids

My crew split her head like a savior did

I refuse to split bread like the baker did

But I break bread where the famiglia sit

Brother got AIDS so ill shoot you over spit

No dick sucker I was born into this

If I call boi and say I got a tooth missin

It mean my 3 9’s only came to 26 &

Either he can make it up on the next shipment

Or I twist his windpipe like a fuckin chicken

Homie riding w the heater on em

I got 5 p’s don't nobody really wantem

Mix it in w other stuff then I get it goin

And most of y’all boys y'all be so nebraskan

That means your corny you don't know me hoe stop asking

And I had to switch hustles when the market fell

I found a body as a kid i can’t forget the smell

I dont smoke the cigarettes or the marijuana

But I smoke squares tryin sell marijuana

Im the boogeyman and I know your mamma warned ya

Taliban selling tan w a big ass llama

And im Glock grippin

Hangin out the window spittin at the opposition

And your thot missin

Out the window now she hangin oh and she sniffin

“If its a coke drought why your wife coked out butt naked doin lines in the dope house”

You know me I don't play

You ain't a G you a J

Homie riding w the meter on em

That's that big stick for whoever ever really want it

Homie riding w the ruler on him

That's the bench what he use to weigh the units don't it

The last time I gave a woman my ring finger

I was 20 scrapin 20s from my ring finger

Y'all thought I was a L and you ain't believe me

But I got the W when I wear the VVs

I admit most days I be day dreamin

I admit I black out when the bass beatin

Will X a rat out tho 4 the cheese an

Dont log on I am not a social being

And he riding w the heater on him

And he sit-in low cuz he know the people on him

It say 220 it’ll really do it won’t it