How this dickhead Gona think that he funny
I got plugs with the pipes like it's plumbing
1000 trucks out the back
Hunit grand cash
Pass it to the left then Its pass back
All the tension in the air like fumes
Better duck get ready when I enter room
Cause we bout to turn this bitch up
Pass me my Godam cup
Cause I'm bout to level with you
Never much liked school
Never much liked rules
Never much liked the fools that were in it
My mixtapes are trash why I bin em
I got draws but no cloths
No bowing to the lord but he knows
I ain't really give a f*ck how they ride
Ride with us n I'll show ya how to die
I might needa couple bans for the bills
I might needa couple xans just to feel
Always recognised real
Always turned down deals
But it's f*ck how they came
F*ck what they Claim
Cause the only thing I f*ck withs The lane
Only thing That buck an I bang
Only thang that be up with the gang
You ain't f*ck with our shit that's ashame
Ride me now
I could be down
Answer the door with the brown
I clock on these clowns
They thinking they knocking me down
Thousand rounds gone be Body's to count