Posted up on the mop block, wit' the thirty tucked re-real tight Gun smoke go to his face 'cause I don't do no fights I'm po'd up, I'm throwed off, you niggas be so soft I was right there, you was right there You was wit' a gun, It didn't go off I got this Glock 40 on my hip, I saw the police so I had to dip I got that Mac wit' that extended clip I'm on the block, I'ma make a flip Dr-Drive by in that black van Got a new chopper straight from Japan I'm off the lean, off the Codeine and I'm leanin' like a kickstand Break down these Backwoods 'cause I'm rollin' gas, I'm smokin' gas Let a nigga talk about me, I'ma roll him up, I'ma smoke his ass In the field wit' a chrome, dressed in all black And I'm gon' off the drugs, I'm gone off the Act' My niggas down to ride, you better be outside 'Cause you was talkin' 'bout me but you not ready to die Shootin' all these guns, my bullets gonna glide These niggas scary, always wanna hide My choppa talkin' to yo' face, open wide You always do that Twitter talkin', come and slide These niggas made because I took they guns and took they hoes These niggas mad because I got that money and got the dough These niggas made because I'm up next and they next do' And if a nigga take my things then I ain't 'bout to go Got a pole, let it blow, pockets swole, money do not fold Pistol show the pleasure, ayy, bullets show the measure, ayy I am a trendsetter, ayy, I will show you terror, ayy No, I ain't no teller, ayy, but shout-out my bank-teller, ayy Pistol to ya head, we want answers, that's that pressure, ayy