I been cruisin thru the city
Got the glock at my hip
These bitches want me when i'm horny
When i'm not then they trip
Always thought that i'd be something
I was sellin' them bricks
I take her out
She got the bag
But she ain't give me no chips
Aye
Turn me on
Give me the location baby
Put it on
I need respect cus all these pussy's tryna come along
Talk to your man for a second
It won't be that long
Come back in a body bag
He thought that he was something huh
They call me a cracker
But this white boy used to run the block
Now I got some money
In they off day tryna run me up
Shawty never love me
She just want me for my money?
What the fuck does that mean
I ain't fuckin with no puppy love
I told him run it up
When I pull up better run your bucks
Said his gun is up
Shoot him 1, 2
First one missed
The second he can't duck
Hit him in the gut
I do the dash and now i'm in the cut
Another blunt for us
(Uh, another blunt for us)
Another blunt for who?
Another blunt for you
I hit your homeboy too
Said you love me
But I'm dissing you
So get the fuck up out my face
Ion call no truce
I'll give him an offer he cannot refuse
Pull up to his block I show em that we got the choppas too
Can't fuck with no opps that's why we always gotta knock 'em loose
Two roses. One for his grave and then one for his momma too
I ain't never killed a man but damn I've always wanted to
Running up this cash. I'm with the family. I'm a father too
Word up on the street. Go ask em. They call me Godfather too
I done woke up mad so I gotta massacre oppas too
Fuck a mask. But they call me phantom of the opera too
Give a damn
Take from the rich like Peter Pan
I be the man. I free the man
I fuck with a bitch like Cena man
Can't see the man. We be the clan
I spit it so fast like a Cheetah can
This heat is mad. I need a fan
I wanna roll up but I need a gram
I used to be around my city
With the glock at my hip
Plugs used to rob me
Now they love me
It's like 50 a zip
These bitches hit me up on snapchat
Tryna show me they tits
It ain't no question
But I can't fuck with that bitch
I don't slap box
I throw fucking fists cus i'm a trap god
Got kicked out my house I had to make it
Or I flatline
80gs at 17
I served that man the last time
But last time
Shit went down and don't you ask why
Shoutout all my brothers that I seen
Down in the gutter uh
Pussy out in LA chew him up like he some bubblegum
He said he with gang
I catch him lacking when he boolin
Get the fuck up out my face
Ion like calling no truces