Yeah, bad bitch with me she like Rolling Stone Shoot up your damn block, party get postponed Took that boy damn wock, bust it down two tone I measure the wock, with the ceiling cone Can't pay attention, I'm too gone Y'all niggas too [?] stop calling my phone Both sides, we shot that fire right at the dome Fore, my shooters shot, hit that damn lick then I'm gone Pussy, do you want roast beef? If I catch that boy slipping leave him dead meat I ain't billie but I put this Glock in my jean Free baby EBG my nigga just a teen Take that boy off cause he green I tote sticks and I drink lean Taking fuck niggas off since I'm 15 I ain't goin for nothin try to blitz me Baby whoa, and don sensei Me and Sito free ain't no more free Jefe Bust a nut on her face said it look like leche Can the band gang go out bad, nigga it's no way Slit my damn throat, fore I talk to jakes Made seven bands nigga last May Four bad bitches, that'll last me Drag him by his hair, [?] shake Shoot a fuck nigga like Shane Battier He play with the mob get him outta here Baby life knock him off we don't play fair I'm gon finish that job, they can stay here