[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 shit cause I'll have em sleepin in your closet Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy The niggas that I rock with, don't give a fuck about shit They hot shit, they got bricks but act like they ain't got shit With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cock 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 motherfuckin Long John And I wish a nigga would steal my ball Get the shotgun, get the chop son How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun You talking shit 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 ass nigga, make her hit some Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some Your bitch ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some Cut the stove on, let the pot boil I'm a hot boy, nigga fuck 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 motherfuckin Long John And I wish a nigga would steal my ball Get the shotgun, get the chop son How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun You talking shit son, better get one We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
