17 now for them pillows, that's a come up Switches on all of them Glocks if he run up
Pit stop at his funeral, see how well he got done up
And you know us, we up and at it, that's way before the sun up
It's a hard knock life, but I ain't hov tho
Bad bitch, she thick as hell, play with her nose though
This that purest of that yea on that stove, hoe
And that old ford, we hopping out, that bitch a 4 Door
Of course you gon' ride, question is, is you gon' step
Stand on all ten and hold it down when shit go left
Stand over him, give him three more and take his breath
He got hit a few times, he still living, that nigga blessed
It's a million dollar scheme, it's either now or never
You can't talk to the plug, less is a pound of better
Conversations with the devil have him feeling better
We got some bitches, they want war too and they bout whatever
All that wolfing on the net, niggas ain't like that
Send them shots right to him, we send them right back
Last one got tough, he got touch, he a light pack
All that flogging on the net can get your life snatched
You know you can't get your life back
And you know you can't get your life back
And you know you can't get your life back