Verse: No flex zone, no flex zone Cell phones off, no text zone We cursin', no hex zone Give me that p**y, no neck zone We turnt up in every city coast to coast Double T Tracey with the most Yeah I'm dope and I don't mean to boast But I eat wack rappers with some eggs and toast Don't flex your bar games around me I got this bar aimed all around me Double barrelled sawed off shotgun Blow your f**ing face off like you never had one I'm evil to people who ain't equal So Evil k** evil to save the people But people no equal to those who k** evil Well f** people I'll k** everyone to be equal I'm high off d** like it ain't enough The Dopeman give me that magic cough These pills I'm on are f**ing strong And this lean got me feeling this song Purple Kush with that pink lean Gold chain on and a black hoodie Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe And I'm ready for war like I got the strap on me The trap for me and my crew with me These shots of Ciroc ain't nothing new to me Use to ship a pound every two weeks Now it's everyday and the dope's to me Four, five, six, seven chains hoe Seven, eight inches to blow hoe Give me top to swallow my brains hoe And tell them Hip-Hop ain't dead yo