Say Runtz, this shit what I been goin' through lately, you heard me?
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it
I been here since I was selling water zips for 300 (FOREVEROLLING)
First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach
7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300
He ain't die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber
Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra
The realest ass, the trenches let my brother run through three boulders
Last one so ign'ant, that the J, he wish he could re-smoke it
Next time I see Henry, I know it might be a shootout
Serving on probation with a anklet at my boo house
Give your life to me, and what I do and you get flewed out
Leave it in ho raw while she on top and let it ooze out
Her head was so stupid, would've thought she had two mouths
He said, "Are you sure you don't wanna talk?" And I said, "No doubt"
Took a break from trappin', started rappin', made a new drought
Talking to them ratchets, get you clapped at your new house
Your bitch said you're so scared, told me everything I knew 'bout
They said he almost dead
So I'm just praying they pull the trigger (swear to God, please let 'em pull the trigger)
Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it
I been here since I was selling water zips for 300
First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach
7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300
He ain't die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber
Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra
I gave niggas history and something real to beef over
We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over (Cartel)
Puerto Rico Dave just tapped my hip, I put that pack on it
Vacuum-sealed with inner tubes to eat the base, got stamps on it
Dick inside her purse, you get berserk, I put that lamp on it
Making slick remarks, get no response, can't even hear that shit from where I'm at
Never went through theatrics, just put eighteen zips on Cali meds
Losing like a tool, I ain't open up a package yet
Re-rock in my kitchen, doin' re-cooks
'Cause Sandra posted bond for my lil' brother, he got re-booked
A hundred bricks of tan in minivans, I got the streets shook
I met Teflon Mark in Phipps Plaza in Atlanta, I'm with OG Ken
Sell load, got stopped, but I recovered, this is no pretend
Smiling on a boat with my lil' bitch, I just been focusing
Cigar smoke, got caught up in the moment when I soak it in
Covered up my face in public, hope nobody notice it
I cover up her face and fuck her, I know that she loving it
She look back and say, "Bae, I'm cummin'," I can't hear you, come again
Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it
I been here since I was selling water zips for 300
First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach
7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300
He ain't die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber
Niggas can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra
I gave niggas history and something real to beef over
We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over