#fuxxwidditent.#weouthere.#theynotready. Trap was jumpin drugs was pumpin drako for the slumping bitches humpin glizzy dumpin got it from the mud drank for the buzz soldier up for war battle scars heavy chevys old school cars bars from outer space Mars Never had enough but we tough on this side never hide always slide ride thru on a stolen bike stepping day and night like moe3 said fuck that bitch take his head looking like osama for the drama with turbans on our face in Burbans skirting bullets burping out fuck the clout duck the shells won’t miss with out a doubt straight to hell were I send em lend em a helping hand slipping out of consciousness when we busting them extra clips on my hip fully loaded hollow tips see I don’t trip over shit but I finish it that’s foshoo get it for the low got bows on the go make em move not slow there’s a code to the road touchdown end zone I’m flying out of state to escape yellow tape round my body keeper of the keys kick the front don’t door down don’t gotta back door take a tour of the underworld how it works never sat sidelines on the curve swirve out the way in my own lane I’m the one to blame for the qb your family not talking fantasy that’s just the killa in me skrilla on your top watch em mop Pay well so it’s a done job Trap was jumpin drugs was pumpin drako for the slumping bitches humpin glizzy dumpin got it from the mud drank for the buzz soldier up for war battle scars heavy chevys old school cars bars from outer space Mars Dogs hungry mean for the green but I share with my bro’s anything that’s foshoo loot coupes hoes in that order that’s how we roll you already know I do anything for mines whatever they ask that’s my task got the task force on my back family members really pushing packs fuck the Fed’s they on his ass won’t last we to big never lack if they knew what we know it’s a rap send the cash ASAP Rocky your not stopping me low lows hopping collars popping my bitch slobbing I got the cash so it’s never twice I’m asking hitting it from the back she gripping on my sack scratching up my back cousins in the slammer for riding around with blammers mind over matter fell off the ladder but I’m a climber y’all never been locked in a chamber with haters grab a chopper for the Opper pop out like an otter wipe his nose closed case money chase lace up run up the bag big bank take little bank snake in the grass pushing glass top dog in the yard no bark all bite taking chunks of these punks