6 Block Man MOB shit, 079 COB Big 6 nigga, 1646 brick baby Free Slick From Chicago to Florida man, you know what time it is man Free, Free Jim Straight hats Free da gang man Niggas said they shootin' at G's but I'm a different type of G (Aye) Run up, I'mma spray this micro like it's Money Mike with me (Brr, bow) Sticks and drums up in this foreign, let's see if nigga make this beat Don't miss a step when playin' with me Miss a step I bet you'll see The way I shoot these riffs up out this clip, I practice Curry means (Come here) Only 'cause I score for threes, if I don't score don't talk to me (Sike) I be hot just like the Heat, not the team you fucking geeks I'm talking 'bout the black four [?], SIG Sauer, lemon squeezer (Bow, bow, bow) This the G law I don't fuck with rats, SpottemGottem, Draco BeatBox At the city nigga, we the ones who got them streets hot Hanging out the window, shoot this bitch until it decock (Rah) Kitchen water whippin' in this bitch until my wrist rot Left-right, shoot, if you catch them, then he whacked (He dead) Put your Glock in the air, if you caught a hat (Hat) This my third shootout this week, I'm just tryna make a pack If bro don't, I shoot, we like Kobe Bryant & Shaq I just heard her tell him breathe, but she don't know he left with me (Damn) [?] gave his name to weed, and honestly he really stink (Ha) It's hardly that he don't reek, and part of me still hear him scream (God damn) It's mostly when I'm off the lean, tryna enjoy the finer things Like getting neck, from a vet Bad bitch looking like Yvette Maybach what we call her neck Catch a opp, he getting stretched Folks'nem slide with Glizzy MACs Can't forget 'bout Smith & Wess' All-black in Hellcats Hoodies on with stolen vests Shoot back, shoot them by the neck They said we hit the face and neck FSC we stand on that FreeSlick clique, we stand on that Guwop told on dude, and then marked it with the penmanship (Rat) Lil bro's ruling the same as him, chain up boy don't let him leave Dirty Glocks and SRT (Aye) Tryna put them on TV (Come here) Hop out with that .223 (Rah) Make that fuck boy use his feet Park the car, bitch I'mma stop V-Mone he gone shoot for me (Bow, bow, bow) Nigga I'mma shoot for him Tryna catch a first-degree I see dead niggas walking (God damn) I'm so hot I see dead niggas talking (God damn) Great on feet, he tryna run then we hoppin' (Huh, come here) Put a hole in his head like a dolphin, that boy a dolphin