I hope they don't play this shit in court one day

If you look up some of the stories in my city

You will see the relation between the music

Everybody with me clumsy, we all be droppin' shit

Droppin' niggas, droppin' icy kids

Fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib

Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit

Any means, I'm gon' eat

Slide with the tank on full (Yeah)

Leave with the Glock on E

I got a K, it hold 100

But I got lazy, only put 90

Money make your whole team vanish

That's a paper trick, Origami

I be dolo, don't need a posse

If you got the wave, I got the tsunami

Chain hit like Ike Turner (What else?)

But I don't beat bitches, I beat burgers

I just bust a chain reaction just to stomp a nigga in Versace

Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy

You lookin' for me, pussy come find me

And I'm not gon' snatch your chain, I'm gon' take it off politely

So when I go back to sell it, it's not damaged, not even slightly

Raised around killers, that's how I'm cut

Found out where he stay, don't shoot the house up

Lay in they bushes 'til your legs lock up

Whoever walk outside first, drop some

Lift that chopper up, go nuts (Go nuts)

That was his momma, so what? (Fuck it)

Nigga that's your fault, we wanted your blood

And your bitch take dick like a grownup

I'm a product of them streets (Yeah)

Sharks and hustlers, I'm from the D (Yeah)

Bring a nigga to the feast (Yeah), we not stingy, homie eat

He get greedy, put him to sleep

They gotta identify him by his teeth

We gon' kill you if you freeze

When your job was to squeeze, nigga

I got an Uzi and sound like, boom! (Ooh)

I got a Draco and it sound like, boom! (Sheesh)

Knock your shit open, the bullets explosive

Fall and you getting stood-over (Come here)

Can't run out of bullets in a shootout

Taking my time counting as I'm blowin'

Yeah, drumsticks, bitch our size AR's, we a little band

Rapper diss me, I'm at every show like I'm his biggest fan

Hollows in that Sprinter Van gon leave somebody crippled, man

You see your DJ brain come through his head

You'll turn religious, man

Having my way, him see us up at the range, that's practice, okay?

Dead bodies in the hood, pour acid on it for rapid decay

Granny don't even know the savage she raised, nigga

(Savage she raised, nigga)

Ayy, 200k get you took off the planet today, nigga (Holy water)

Ayy, nigga hoes, I don't feel 'em (Feel 'em)

Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys deal him (Bitch)

Fuck who rockin' with him

Catch his bitch at the mall while she shoe shopping, nigga

Don't let him dive, just shoot out the windows, that's how I'm coming

(That's how I'm coming)

You not faster than no bullets, why is you running?

(Fuck is you runnin'?)

I be talking to my Glock like, you be bugging

(Bitch you be trippin')

I put Forgi's on my drop, them bitches rubbin' (Skrrt skrrt)

They like, Grizzley, bro you rich, why is you thugging?

(Why am I thugging?)

Big Meech was rich, ain't nobody asked him why was he hustling

(Why was he hustling?)

What y'all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffing

(Fake ass niggas)

Took my FN off my hip like, You've been summoned (Bop!)