(King Jay on the beat)
Let's go dollar for dollar, you niggas be poor
Might donate some clothes to you and your folks
I don't even aim with this button, please don't piss me off, I'll up it and throw
Long live KD, the one I love the most
Dissin' on gang, now your ass just a post
If you big and bad, nigga, drop your lo'
I'm from the 'Raq where we yell out, "Go"
Made a ten before ten, I just cracked me a 'bow
My bloody got lows, made a quarter a 'bow
I do this shit for all my brothers that's in the grave, dead and gone, they ain't here no more
Ain't goin' back and forth 'cause you niggas be poor
I be locked in all night, stuck in the 'yo
You already know my Scooms on go
Got nine fingers, still tryna crack me a four
Got nine fingers, still tryna pour me a eight
Might blow one for ten, I can't wait to get great
Your bitch on my dick, tell her give me some space
Say the wrong thing and put switch to his face
Trackhawk Jeep, drive the SRT8 like a race
You know I got glides, I don't walk in this chase
Crack his head 'bout my scoom, I don't even know buddy ass, dude ass in the way
Might pop to your crib in all black like I'm Blade
I know I'm fucked up, been said my trace
Brand new Gen5, that bitch right on my waist
She know I wanna fuck, ain't got time for no date
Box on my gun, boy, you better not play
Bitch, I'm somewhere high in a whole 'nother state
Whenever I pop out, I'm takin' the Drac'
And for all the pain, went and tatted my face
Let's go dollar for dollar, you niggas be poor
Might donate some clothes to you and your folks
I don't even aim with this button, please don't piss me off, I'll up it and throw
Long live KD, the one I love the most
Dissin' on gang, now your ass just a post
If you big and bad, nigga, drop your lo'
I'm from the 'Raq where we yell out, "Go"
