Hold on, ayy, this how it's goin' down I ain't talkin' bout no fan,
how we blowin'
down?
Ayy, got a chopper with a muzzle,
it won't make a sound
Hella sticks in this bitch,
we ain't runnin' out
Hold on, niggas not active,
I just show up to the game, I don't need practice,
Niggas say they want smoke,
that's a knee slapper
I'll fuck a bitch,
drop her off and then I'll be alright
This is how we do it, lil' nigga,
I got a silence on the
Glock, yeah, I'll mute me a nigga
It ain't bout how much you got,
it's how you movin', lil' nigga,
Get round like a swisher,
my nigga get you crapped like a pitcher
Yo, man, uh, ayy, I love to talk shit,
I be walkin' down that strip with a big stick
I ain't even touch the
bag, I made it do flips,
Got 30 shots on me and that's enough
to get your crew hit
That's enough to make your
nigga never walk again
Pull up on your bitch,
I bet she hop pin' in
Got his ass beat before
he'll get dropped again
In a trap like a job, I be clockin' in
He got shot in his shit, he'll get shot again
He got robbed for his pack,
he'll get robbed again
And he somewhere jumpin'
off the roof just like he
Spider -Man
In my
Mexicana plug, he got the con traband
Woo, damn, I done jumped again
Cops hit the door and I was
gone before they let him in
I met a plug down the way from the
Taliban
He told me when I get back to the
city, he gon' send him in
Bitch, I'm bout to go and send a gift
In the book of flight to
rob the plug here in
Pakistan
I work for
UPS to bring the packaging
Selling boy and girl, but I ain't
talking human trafficking