Damn, I got that 20 sack

Freakin' a funky dope style, a woman's got to claim a

Name, it's a shame, 21 with a (A?)

Under the seat, it's kept neat

In case a fool try to creep in (?) sleep

See, I'm smokin' on that indo, sometimes get me blunted

The gangstas in my hood see these (?) and they want 'em

My windows are tinted, I got my seat laid back

My Jeep's a 4x4 but it rolls like a Cadillac

Through the dips and the swerves

My music is heard, you could swear this bitch was Iceberg

Chillin' and I'm feelin' and I'm sippin' on some Remy, all nice

All night, 'til we get out a light

Buck buck buck on yo ass, motherfucker

I'll ventilate your ass on the grass, motherfucker

You never saw a girl draw fast and blast

Got my homies in the back with ski masks

And a 20 sack

Damn, I got the 20 sack

After I blast and I dash to the pad to stash

My Glock, don't wanna get stopped by the cops

Just had to get that crooked nigga off for me

He thought he was bout to take my property

I pulled the gat from my holster

Aimed it, blew his brains on the wall like a poster

Just Lench Mobbin', Lench Mobbin'

Lench Mobbin' pack a .38 so your dealer's squabbin'

Rock you till you're better, better chew on the (?)

You can't play with my yo-yo but you already know that

I got to keep these niggas in line

I got seventeen rails pointed at your spine

Make you bow down like (?) don't make me shoot ya

If you ain't down with the Yo, then I'll boot ya

Always rappin' down, I peel the cap and

Fuck daddy mack and fire up a 20 sack

Damn, I got the 20 sack

Who want a fat 20 sack

Yo-Yo's got the 20 sack

Damn, I got the 20 sack