Snake out the plug, I'm livin' too shady (Fuck you) I don't like switch on Glock, that's crazy (DJ, hah, whoa) Fast gang skrrt out the ground like pavement Bump down take his allowance, he saving I seen the snake coming like That's So Raven After he get robbed he act so crazy Real shootin' skills, I could go to the Navy Posted at the Happy Mart trap, we slavin' Fine shit come to my hood, we ragin' Boy, you a bitch, probably won't use a tazer Sold my attachments, sold my laser Get out the V, man you back-to-back Swing my stick, now you turned to a pack (DJ BANNED) (Now you tryna say sorry and shit) (DJ, hah, whoa) You ain't got a mask, nigga tryna go fed You better get a mask, nigga, cover up your head Took that boy down 'cause he probably got meds I'm in the trench with my stick in my bed Walk down on you, I remember what you said Blacked out mask, I ain't tryna go fed Take out his twins, decrease his group Recruit the fans, increase my troops (DJ, hah, whoa) Nigga hit licks in steel-toed boots Walk down, take your allowance (DJ BANNED) Fuck Pop shit on you, since I'm not even that Get the big guns and I ride in the back Run down on you, take your lighter and cash Nigga try me and that zaza pack I'm in the back of my hood with the blicks Five-seven Joker, we takin' your shit Nigga scared to bump down, nigga know we got blicks (D-D-D-D-DJ...) Pack shit wit' a ski and a fye Lil' Glock on me, I ride with two nines I told him I blessed him, he told me I lied See your blick in the trunk, why your blick ain't arrive? Two guns on me, I'm standing outside (Now you tryna say sorry and shit) Fuck (Boy, fuck you nigga, fuck you!) Snake out the plug, I'm livin' too shady I don't like switch on Glock, that's crazy (DJ, hah, whoa) Fast gang skrrt out the ground like pavement Bump down take his allowance, he saving I seen the snake coming like That's So Raven After he get robbed he act so crazy Real shootin' skills, I could go to the Navy Posted at the Happy Mart trap, we slavin' Fine shit come to my hood, we ragin' Boy, you a bitch, probably won't use a tazer Sold my attachments, sold my laser Get out the V, man, you back to back (DJ, hah, whoa) Swing my stick, now you turned to a pack Shit like Saints Row now, I'm at they headquarters with my blick out Pussy boy wanna talk back and forth on my side, on the front with my blick out If I catch an opp ho down bad, I record her pulling my dick out Lil' gang said we can't turn too industry, blicks inside a big house Fuck, fuck, fuck Yeah