[Verse 1:]
All I hang around is murderers
I'm still runnin with the robbers
These dope boys my partners
So you don't want these problems
Squad sh** cause I'll have em sleepin in your closet
Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy
The n***as that I rock with, don't give a f** about sh**
They hot sh**, they got bricks but act like they ain't got sh**
With the logic, no need to co*k it, cause I done co*k it
Grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and
I have em boxin,
That's fantastic, the pager landed, I'm a do gymnastics
I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket
[Hook:]
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
I'm countin money in my motherf**in Long John
And I wish a n***a would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
How you a street n***a? You ain't got no gun
You talking sh** son, better get one
We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin
[Verse 2:]
Lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song
Fake rappin a** n***a, make her hit some
Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some
Your b**h ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some
Cut the stove on, let the pot boil
I'm a hot boy, n***a f** ya'll
Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall
Street lottery, that mean my money long
Still in poverty, with the jack boys
I got 223's, I got max boy
Let the dope dry, get your sack boy
Free band game, and brick squad
[Hook:]
I got a firearm, cook the stove on
I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump
I'm countin money in my motherf**in Long John
And I wish a n***a would steal my ball
Get the shotgun, get the chop son
How you a street n***a? You ain't got no gun
You talking sh** son, better get one
We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin