[Verse] All this ice on my neck like hockey Try and jack my chain and I'm going out like Rocky I'll be the last one if you ever try to rob me Hollow bullets leave your body hot like some Takis You say you want a verse, I need a band for that I get paid for this shit cause I know how to rap All this money coming in got my pockets looking fat All these bitches on my dick cause they know I got these racks Got the bands now, now I don't know how to act Flip a QP then I blow it all in sacks Catch me out in traffic, guarantee I got a strap So try to hit a [?], guarantee I blow you back [?] cause I got that loud pack Never on that weak shit, bitch I stay on attack I never let a lick take me for my pack If you try to run off, then the bullets hit his back
Smoking on a Backwood full of [?] Riding through [?] where the ops at Ask my lil bro where the mop at He said if we catch a op he [?] that .45 on my waist, not no .38 And everywhere I go, I let my [?] Fuck these rappers, they don't want a gang bang Smoking on your dead homie cause he was a [?] [?] on my ass, pull up we could match I see the [?] on your goofy ass Catch you out in traffic, get your chain snatched Tell 'em fuck wit hit, get his change back I hit the mall, spending all this blue cash But even out in public ops can't get a pass I do the drill, then I do the dash Henny in my cup, that's why I almost crashed
[Outro] Gang, gang, gang, gangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
