(Don't touch)
Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time
Sign up, it's recruiting time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck worn with these ho niggas
Don't do coke I don't blow nigga
I don't tell niggas I show niggas
And it's nevr less than like 4 niggas
4 Wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling that he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga
I cop raris, don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't best buy em
These niggas that I roll with don't let a single them get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun lords
Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitch I stunt for
Malcom x came at
Looking niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some latin kings and some eses and them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Whole fist, no back hand
Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like a band camp
Core weapon and cornette
Queens niggas in all hoodies
Kidnapping and rob niggas
Call d-rock for biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with ebk, you on ebt
Got a black line, call it bet
School niggas get a ged
And I tease niggas make em b.I.g
Got a money fetish, imma fly to venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil herb, what's good
I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
