Yeah, ayy, ayy, nigga, slow down, slow down, slow down
That ain't go right there
Let me hang out the window on they ass
I just made a sale, cause I just bust a bill
I'm cookin' dope, no gloves on, this shit gettin' in my nails
I feel like Tony Hawk, I'm grindin' all up on the rail
Hang out the window on my opps, they wanna see me fail
You ever seen a dead body, that shit hard to smell
They lock me up, I pay my bond, I can't sit in jail
I love my bitch, too death , but when I come home, she yell
Me, Jackie Lee, and cashout the three musketeers
I hit that H with that fent, till it f*ckin' swell
This nigga tried to cross me out, now he a dead man
A street nigga, you can check it on my diagram
He cheater bob, he shot himself, ain't check the fire pen
I kill a nigga, he come back, then he gon' die again
Not scared to fail, if I do, I f*ckin' try again
I play a lot of defense, if you gon' try to win
Step over the body like A.I., and he get hit again
Cashout, I don't want no drugs, I'ma need Dr. Phil
Plus lil bro, don't want no money, he just wanna go kill
Came a long way from the field, coulda got some years
We poppin' seals, don't do no pills, put the trap on wheels
Trappin' made it happen, this shit take some skills
Uh, lil bro ain't get no money, I can see his ribs
Uh, Cashout, how they think he hank the king of the hill
I ain't stop until I'm lit up like a chandelier
Uh, it's nothing that I feel, Cashout, I really him
Uh, every time we step out, we come really trim
Put the camera on the kid, this right here a film
Uh, flexin' on these niggas, I ain't miss no f*ckin' gym
It's me and Shark, if I'm with him, he ain't gon' break a fin
Bitch just a striker, I'ma catch him like lacking scratch the vin
Life hurt, tats hurt, that's why they on my skin
I'm sippin' Tris, I'm not Snoop Dogg, don't do juice and gin
I ain't got up on a nigga ass and a f*ckin' min
Once it's up, then it's stuck, we can't make amends
My mama told me if you don't respect him, then don't shake his hand
The hardest part is tellin' him no, that's what make a man
I'm off the f*ckin' walls just like some f*ckin' Vans
I shoot that Drake and feature Chris Brown and make you dance
I'm tired of coppin' Amiri, finna start wearin' the evisu pants
Catch me in the mall, spinnin' like a seven fan
I got these K's, I kill these niggas like the Ku Klux Klan
I got a drum in my van, rock out like a band
I ain't never had a job, but I'm good with my hands
Like a white bitch on the beach, nigga, this some 10
This nigga ain't talkin' money, what the f*ck he sayin'