This a four-nick (four-nick), G-lock, top-notch shit (pa-pa)
This a Russian chopstick (yeah), 7.62s beatbox shit, uh (rah-rah)
This a Glock 19 with a 30 dick (30), these bullets explode when it hit (voom)
Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid, I don't like bein' sober and shit (nah)
Nah, nah, we just made his block hot
.40 make him hopscotch
Bitch, I hang with dropouts (yeah)
All he heard was, "Fah-fah" (rah-rah)
We done brought the cops out
Like why them niggas bitches?
Like why they don't ever pop out?
He better watch how he move
7.62s knock him out of his shoes, uh (rah-rah)
They know we breakin' the rules
We the ones puttin' the bass in the boom
Same tool, bitch, same guns off DOOM
Glock 45, this bitch shakin' the room
If he talk tough, then he makin' the news
We some handy-ass niggas, we keep us a tool (gotta have it)
One, two, he dissin' my brother, I'm comin' to you
If they drop the addy, we followin' through
Tryna turn his little brother to a vegetable too
Lay down, them bitches better not move
Bitch, I ain't playin', I am not in the mood
I ain't got sense, I had dropped out of school
If anybody move, this on bro, I'ma shoot
This a four-nick (four-nick), G-lock, top-notch shit (pa-pa)
This a Russian chopstick (yeah), 7.62s beatbox shit, uh (rah-rah)
This a Glock 19 with a 30 dick (30), these bullets explode when it hit (voom)
Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid, I don't like bein' sober and shit (nah)
Nah, nah, we just made his block hot
.40 make him hopscotch
Bitch, I hang with dropouts (yeah)
All he heard was, "Fah-fah" (rah-rah)
We done brought the cops out
Like why them niggas bitches?
Like why they don't ever pop out?
We talkin' energy
I got them hoes that be gone off the Hennessy
I got them bitches that's goin' off to Tennessee
When I come out that bitch spittin', that yoppa, that choppa go grrt, you'd think that it's ten of me
I got the flow, and I'm rollin' my bitch and she goin' she know it I got it for four
I got your bitch, and I'm goin', I'm motor boatin' on the titties, she rowin' for sure
This ain't Monopoly, I pass the go, and I'm buyin' the property
Ain't a fuck nigga as hot as me
I got them bitches on go when they gotta be
I got them digits, you know that I'm speakin' that money, don't talk that broke-nology
We got the Mobb and we Deep, it's like Prodigy
You know we got a guy had the .380 with me like it ought to be
This a four-nick (four-nick), G-lock, top-notch shit (pa-pa)
This a Russian chopstick (yeah), 7.62s beatbox shit, uh (rah-rah)
This a Glock 19 with a 30 dick (30), these bullets explode when it hit (voom)
Mac in my 'Wood, I'm just rollin' the kid, I don't like bein' sober and shit (nah)
Nah, nah, we just made his block hot
.40 make him hopscotch
Bitch, I hang with dropouts (yeah)
All he heard was, "Fah-fah" (rah-rah)
We done brought the cops out
Like why them niggas bitches?
Like why they don't ever pop out?