Ey, Murda Worth to G County shit Kenny B, Peso Peso, gang Ha, Kenny B, ey, ey ey I might've just jumped in the vette My young niggas slidin, they throwin a set Instagram model I got that bitch wet Bitch this a MAC, no Uzi no TEC Slap a lil bitch cause she talkin, need dick Signed me a deal dropped a bag on my neck Fuck with my youngin we crash and we wreck Trap with lil Peso, he tell me we run up a check He tell me it's better than sex He tell me a nigga fuck one day you know that he wet My verse, Kenny B pull out that TEC Came in that rent, he gon leave in that stretch Bitch I be thuggin and muggin I'm throwin my set I swear I know bitches that good for that neck We on the block, nigga, who wanna play? Droppin that bag on a nigga Take out the trash trynna bag me a nigga Imma run up that check, I ain't askin no nigga Kenny B chill, I flash on a nigga Roll up that dope I ain't passin a nigga Bitch I'm in the sixth, come to the hood Swear to God you ain't gotta ask for a nigga You ain't gotta ask shit I'm slidin through the hood with a hundred round clip Might stop at your house let it off then I dip Peso Peso they be feelin my drip I be whippin dope with my right hand If you want a kilo come with twenty-five bands Play with the gang, I ain't playin Imma come to your show and get you and your hype man I'm on the block I just pour the deuce up Imma stash like there one or two of em Got pleks with me I got TECs with me I come to your spot and I shoot your crew up I'm with Kenny B we ain't stop shit I got chains on my neck and rocks on my fit And I gotta lotta diamonds in my mouth And I get a lotta guap from your bitch Eyy Too many racks in my pocket can't fit Got a problem with me, I got choppas in the whip Can't rap with me cause my prices too still I'm bossed up I got killers on go In the trap, strapped, throwin packs for the low Soon as you out of the store Imma let it blow Get a nigga killed for a pound of dro Ey I send a blitz, double Never change gang we gon meet that's a huddle Diss on the gang you in trouble I put that dick in his bae, he mad He wanna scuffle, I will not tussle I got a thirty-round clip, it get to bussin Told my young nigga to off him, it's nothing Twelve at the store, they be checkin my pockets, I told em I ain't sellin nothing I got my feet on the gas and I'm doing the dash, I might speed in the hood like I'm rushin Never change gang, they will catch you and that ain't even nothin Haa you think they ain't bussin? Got jam with the gang gang turn to a nothin I get the loaf, I get the bread like a muffin Lil nigga I trap in the gutter I'm grippin that choppa I skoot up and flush ya You don't want grease with me, I don't wanna speak Imma kill you and your brother I'm bellin with killers I don't hang with busters Kenny B youngin, that my lil blooda Niggas go to jail with no bail, then a nigga start singin like Usher I ain't got racks in my purse, I got racks in my pocket I'm stagin my show and I'm clenchin my rocket Don't reach for my chain, Imma up it and pop it Nigga know I got a bag on me, and I splash up wearin Dolce & Gabbana I keep me a tool like I work for O'Reilly Put the dope in her pussy if the laws get behind me Ohhh