Yeah, yeah
Uhuh
Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)
I've been coolin' but I'm runnin' out of patience
Had a heart before my shit blacker than Haitians
He sick as fuck they know he fold he can't erase it
He play with me he know he dead my shorty take him
Baking soda grip that pot scrape the side woah, woah
Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5 oh, oh
Heard the killa's on that block you better drive slow oh
Got killa and [?] pussy with my eyes closed oh
I come from that basement, you know I grown up to that pain heard you couldn't take it
I ever go broke then it's right back to them bases
Runnin' with my members you won't give it they gon' take it
Dropped a hundred on a new foreign I'm speed racin'
Spent a lot of time in that trap actually I'm days in
Built it all of them on solid ground it's gon' cave in
I won't fold again and I ain't got time for no fake friends
SpotemGottem wack a opp, gun him down (woah, woah)
I wasn't tryna punch no clock, but where'd them pounds go (where them pounds)
Ridin' right through my city with something loud, woah (something loud)
Don't play with me don't wanna have to gun you down (oh no)
Baking soda grip that pot scrape the side woah, woah
Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5 oh, oh
Heard the killa's on that block you better drive slow oh
Got killa and [?] pussy with my eyes closed oh (hey, hey)
Baking soda grip that pot scrape the side woah, woah
Jakes behind me and I'm hot, duck the 5 oh, oh
Heard the killa's on that block you better drive slow oh
Got killa and [?] pussy with my eyes closed oh
Yeah, got that pot
And there's killers on this block, yeah, yeah, yeah
