Ho, niggas got it fucked up for real
Supa thug in my bandanna
Got my face covered
Watch me roll this quarter ounce blunt
And don’t waste nothin'
Bitch i know you hate me But you won’t say nothin'
Me and my AK huntin'
Since you wanna taste somethin'
I don’t pay for shit
But i will take the hit
Pull the Benz out
And pull the pin out
And make 'em quit
Don’t compare me to them coward niggas
You been bitchin' with
Out there swimmin' in that water
We gon' see how deep it gets
We don’t drive by We get out and walk by Parties in the street
Yellow tape, white chalk lines
Can’t afford to let em blow it Right now i’m ready for it Realist nigga in this rap shit
Bitch you better know it I just think you better know it You better know it (x8)
26 inches
A problem, i just bought me This should be ridiculous
Niggas kill for this versache
First i hit the lights
Hit the gas
Watch me open up my stash
I reach in, get my strap
Yeah, then put on my mask
Got a face full of teardrops
Still you ain’t no goon
Niggas die right here on this block
This ain’t no cartoon
Put bulletholes all in ya gucci
Let you pick the spot
On where to let a nigga
Shoot ya ass
Chopper cut ya head
Hit his leg till it strike out
Let him think he made it Then ya knock his whole life out
Borrow money bitch
Go to jail, i’m gettin' right out
Stop and see my kids
Then i’m on the next flight out
I just think you better know it You better know it (x17)