I’m with Nokia and we smokin’ on that pipe
Got a big #ss f#ckin’ Glock, that sh#t hit you in yo’ eye
n#gg# runnin’ up on me, better send a prayer to God
n#gg# runnin’ up on me, his b#tch-ass ’bout to get fried
Yuh, poppin’ all these Percs, yuh, make my belly hurt
I got drugs up in my shirt, I got drugs up in her purse
Yuh, b#tch-ass get caught lackin’, we gon’ put you on a shirt— shirt
Yuh, b#tch-ass get caught lackin’, best prepare to get murked
Yuh, my n#gg# see you in action, best prepare
You gon’ get worked— worked— worked
Yuh, n#gg# talkin’ sh#t, we ’bout to put ’em in the dirt
Yuh, I got guns, I got drugs
n#gg# get hit with these slugs
Talk down but yo’ music suck
Smokin’ gas, you smokin’ boof— boof
Got a choppa, it’s gon’ shoot
f#ck yo’ b#tch then say, “kapoof”
I got drugs in my shoes
Talk sh#t but yo’ music poop
Got a Glock in my—
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