Verse 1
Okay, my name ringing bells like it's Pavlov
Cooling with my dawgs
And now we thinking bout the fact
That the path to success to be pa**ed need a map
So we cooking in trap slinging raps for the stacks
n***as don't want beef like they hindu
Need to
Show some respect or the led from my pen gonna lynch you
An issue with me be the last thing you need
And i will not eat till i get on my feet
So i get on my knees and to God that i speak
I pray to be heard from across all the seas
Precaution you'll need if you plan to be crossing or plotting on me
In a coffin you'll sleep
The oppas they see that i'm dropping that heat
And be stomping the beat
See Gnasty in this b**h like he penetrate pooches
I reckon we ruthless, detonate booth-es.. y'all useless
(HOOK)
Bussin these caps in the booth
Cuz my cap's on the loot (x4)
This is that crack in the tube
Bussin these caps in the booth cuz my cap's on the loot (x4)
(Verse 2)
Okay my name ringing bells make your eardrums resonate
Everglade snakes in the gra**
Lost faith in my path, watch my step
Wanna test? you get laid from my wrath
Still stain with my breath
Ain't your mate but you know you'll get checked like its chess no breast
I'm the best; North, west
South and the east
Imma flex while you looking for something to eat
Sonning these ba*tards with none of my genes
Like i told they father step
I totally brought the d**h of your career
I just hope they all forget
G with a rope like I'm holding on your breast
Water with flows hope these rappers here grow
From the poplar tree
Corny lifestyle, you no good till you popping see
Step in the room now you you had jogging jeans
n***as get clocked when they don't know what time it be
Plot on the throne so a dot on your dome when I'm..
[HOOKx2]