Two deuce make the four, four, four make the eight
This a handgun, but it shootin' like a Drac Goin' down fig, I made a bitch walk the blade
Got a white boy, school shooter named Jake
Brodie lobbed the ball, I dunked that bitch like Blake
And I'm smokin' on that good, dead pack, he smokin' shake
I ain't tryna touch a M with gang, them niggas fake
And I told her, shake that ass, some' like a earthquake
I remember flippin' tens, tellin' niggas that it's baked
We can't shoot it out, nigga, I don't really do the fade
Pop out all black, spankin' shit like I'm Blade
Bitch, you smokin' dirt pack, and we chiefin' Mary Jane
Yeah, we motion boys, and we steady chasin' pape
I coulda hit your a bitch, I didn't, cause her pussy stank
They all lame, I said, I need better opps
I can't lie, they freed my cousin, but it's f*ck the cops
If a nigga diss, he bound to get popped
Walk him down with the chop, make him run out his socks
F*ck the headshot, hit the leg, make him drop
She wasn't bout the money, told the bitch to kick rocks
Niggas never outside, I'm tryna get your block hot
Got your bitch choosin' up, givin' drops on the opps
I'm tryna cop that GLX, I think I want the drop top
Nigga up everyday, chasin' paper nonstop
Why you have to leave me, told the bitch, why not?
Cali pack in my lungs, shit, I don't even cough
When I crack from the back, should I snatch the wig off
All my boys gettin' it, and we all trophied up
Should I chill for the day, or come shoot it up
Got my nigga Cheez with me, and we lookin for the sluts