Uh, ayy, I got a clip on my stick, huh
If you touch me and my gang, I swear you get this blick
Poppin' off, now we make a couple thousand off the rip
He got that lockjaw, cause now I'm aiming pistols at his bitch
It's really f*ck y'all, I take that to my grave
Lil' bro think he hard, he bought a pistol, think he safe
I'ma pull up where you stay, I know where you lay
Your life's a game to me, and you don't wanna play
Every time we get that pack in, it's selling out
Lil' bro think I'm crashing out, fans like what he talking bout
But I swear I been spazzin' out, mama said quit trappin' out
But I'm just gettin' started, lean up in the party
Swear I move retarded when I'm gone, when I'm gone
I like to get high, I just rolled a blunt
Hit that once, then close my eyes,
You caught me by surprise, shawty come around, but I swear I see through the lies
Wait, I'm too high now, she told me to pipe down
Guess I'm finna glide down, off the wok, I slide down
Off the wok, I slide down
Slide down