(CHORUS) This n***a looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My boys they keep them tools make em blow some OTF they ride for Sosa Riding with my hitters b**h we on some Ride on an opp and then smoke them Yea we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these n***as, I don't know them (VERSE) GBE b**h we hot b**h we smokin I'm chokin, what I'm smoking potent I'm leaning, rolling and I'm totin' You know where it's O and the no end 300 b**h don't make me bring them k**ers out Real sh**, free all my hitters out Don't make me bring them k**ers out Youse a dead man that ain't even written so Tec chop like lawn mowers Feds listening, sh**, short convo Hit a n***a with a combo What I'mma fight for? My choppers drum roll (CHORUS) (VERSE) Throwing L's up, Glocks up Don't start us, can't stop us Everywhere they spot us Chopper light, k** a cop though Word around this n***a Stevie I don't a f** with contacts, see me I love getting tree-tree Smoke kush get head by Kiki I need that, I'm up now A problem, we up now My gun screaming "what?" now You want that tough sh**? Our guns act tough now