[Hook]
I sit around in the with my young n***as
Sellin' narcotics
Boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body?
f** 12, cause a n***a got a 12-gauge shotty
And I heard Vicky boy just shot somebody
Rude boy, tote a [?] with the bumbaclot
Rasclat better run, cause Im lookin sharp
Head shot, pop pop pop pop pop to your dreadlock
And I drop the informant who talk to the damn cops
[Verse 1]
I'm a soldier on the battlefield
I murk your a** for real
Got a young n***a who love to k**
More bodies than a Navy Seal
These young boys ain't got nothin' to do
But somethin' to prove and somethin' to shoot
k** you on you birthday
Take you cake, and f** your lady too
Shoot you in your dreads
Now, have a Rastafarian funeral
"[?] is a traitor" she said to his [?]
Hundred wawa's, all with woppers
Ain't no f**ing breathing room
18 karat golden choppa my hollow tip got diamonds (burr)
Extended clip I dipped my clip in rose gold, so it match my j**elry, fool
"Gucci Mane got stupid money, but that boy ain't lyrical"
I'm Eazy-E, reincarnated, but without the Jheri curl (R.I.P.)
Without the Dre Beats on my ear
And ice cubes on my baby girl
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Here's you a little tip
Gucci Mane a miracle
Call me anything but lyrical
The sh** gonna get physical
[?] on your b**h a**
I f**ed her in the living room
She tried to get you to rob the wop now the b**h in critical
Short, fine
Big bu*t, with a fat purse
[?] nine, show time
Make that gat burst
I don't mind
But, don't touch it 'till you ask first
My new chick
She'll eat a dick like a bratwurst
[?]
I sip the lean
Pancake, Mrs. bu*terworth
100K on three whips, that's a T-rex
100 pounds, I didn't pay
I got a weed debt
[Hook]