(Get that, lil' Screen)
Aight
Pull up, drop the window, BK where the drac'?
Thirty boy in the back with two ten, let it quake
We ain't let him get off, he got shot in his face
Think I'm slidin' in a Kia, pop up in a SRT8
Know BK get on feet, fuck a driveby
Got so close, almost gave him a high five
Nigga think shit sweet and he can't get spint
Cause the young nigga live in a high rise
ODE dirty, I shot out the stick, get too close with this ten, nigga know that he three fried
They protectin' that nigga actin' like a bitch, he a queen, we spinnin' the beehive
Ask my pops, been bad since knee-high, stolen jag, this bitch here a G-ride
They know I got the wheel, look at 12 hit the lights, bet they pull the bitch over, let me drive
Ridin' round, G and a drac', I'm in a 392, all black no plate
Opp hood with the windows down, rollin' up baby hot, a nigga look too long, get faced
Step on a new pair of J's, nigga know we ain't comin' to play
Cook up the SRT8 jeep, so it's only right that we spinnin' 'em eight days straight, BK
Push up bumpin' that "Bk Back," buddy bumpin' his goon, but the stick bump back
Heard he duckin' a fade, jump out, chase the kid with a drac', if I hit him, he ain't comin' back
Mission failed, he pulled through this bitch and got lost and I caught him and told him he trapped
He wasn't even payin' attention, lil' reaper snuck up with four niggas, put his head in his lap
Not friendly, don't want no dap, want a lightskin hoe, dog shit, and a tattoo
Attitude, on four five you ask for her number, we'll fire it on you
And I'm not talkin' 'bout me, yeah, I'm overly talkin' bout her
All pink 43, eighths, and a couple more bullets, no holster, it's stuffed in her purse
Aight
Pull up, drop the window, BK where the drac'?
Thirty boy in the back with two ten, let it quake
We ain't let him get off, he got shot in his face
Think I'm slidin' in a Kia, pop up in a SRT8
Know BK get on feet, fuck a driveby
Got so close, almost gave him a high five
Nigga think shit sweet and he can't get spint
Cause the young nigga live in a high rise
ODE dirty, I shot out the stick, get too close with this ten, nigga know that he three fried
They protectin' that nigga actin' like a bitch, he a queen, we spinnin' the beehive
Ask my pops, been bad since knee-high, stolen jag, this bitch here a G-ride
They know I got the wheel, look at 12 hit the lights, bet they pull the bitch over, let me drive
