Colt 45, no Billy Dee
Before I ever touched the letter H, a nigga been a G
Yeah, brand new G and Glock 23
Ayy, quick to bounce out like I'm Skinny Me
Made a couple dollars but this ain't shit to me
Niggas know my body, you don't wanna trigger me
7.62, 5.56, .223
With the kick drum, lil' nigga big gun like I'm Skinny Me
Riddle me this, I riddle you that
Three blicks in the whip, two sticks in my lap
They don't be on shit, them niggas is cap
When niggas throw shots, we sendin' 'em back
.223s left a chip in the paint, clip full make you fill in the blanks
I remember puttin' ten in the tank, now a nigga got a M in the bank
On the stove without a oven mitt, nodding out, I got double vision
Walk a nigga down, what a feeling, bond a nigga out just to kill him
New connect get 'em way cheaper, day of, gave him thirty bands
Paid the plug just to take 'em off, build a bridge just to burn it down
Roadrunner, I'm the runnin' rebel, yeah (Living on the road, my friend)
Made a mountain out of molehill, turnt a boulder over from a pebble
That's murder on another level, thirties in a whole 'nother bezel
Rose petal in the concrete, let the blow take and the dust settle
Let's get it
Colt 45, no Billy Dee
Before I ever touched the letter H, a nigga been a G
Yeah, brand new G and Glock 23
Ayy, quick to bounce out like I'm Skinny Me
Made a couple dollars but this ain't shit to me
Niggas know my body, you don't wanna trigger me
7.62, 5.56, .223
With the kick drum, lil' nigga big gun like I'm Skinny Me
Livin' on the road, my friend
Is gonna keep you free and clean
Livin' on the road, my friend
Is gonna keep you free and clean
Riddle me that, I riddle you this
When niggas get (Fah) they quicker to snitch
Switch on the back of the glick with the stick
911, get the dispatcher
Working jumping like Jimminy
Crickets slappin', line like an assembly
Creature Gang, we want all the smoke like a chimney
23 with the step ladder, ain't really with all of the chit-chatter
Stashed sixty in my bitch crib, hid it in an empty box of Ritz crackers
Trash can full of brick wrappers, ice trays and the milk crate
'Za bows in the deep freezer, pound bag full of pill shake
Weight the work up while it's wet then I let it dry out on some cardboard
Bully Boy with this bow and arrow, bullseye you like a dartboard
Three spots off of Carlyle, selling re-rock in them jar vials
Youngest son, he a star child, rocking Burberry but it's Argyle
What else?
Colt 45, no Billy Dee
Before I ever touched the letter H, a nigga been a G
Yeah, brand new G and Glock 23
Ayy, quick to bounce out like I'm Skinny Me
Made a couple dollars but this ain't shit to me
Niggas know my body, you don't wanna trigger me
7.62, 5.56, .223
With the kick drum, lil' nigga big gun like I'm Skinny Me
