Heard you got the racks, let's plot, whoah She finna push my spot, yeah Amiri, Amiri, the holster on my Amiri will hold my Glock We ain't finna play no games, ma' goddamn cousin will come at ya block, yeah (yeah, pop his ass) In the stage with me or not, whoah We in a sport mode sippin' on the red, at a red light, we ain't gonna stop I ain't finna play with this nigga, if I tell my nigga "shoot" he gone shoot at them opps, yeah I ain't finna play with this bitch I ain't texting all day, are you gon feel me or not? Yeah Hunnid rounds in the K Lil nigga, we ain't toting no motherfucking props, yeah Off of that oxy, ok, yeah, I'm feeling good, my heart finna stop, yeah Lil' Kan play with the beat, man, somebody tell that lil' boy to stop, yeah Lil' Saint with the GD's, ain't nun to get yo' lil' dumbass popped, yeah Oxy' going in my vessels This bitch got a bitch, she thinking she special, yeah Glock 9, I ain't finna wrestle I'm rocking Chrome Hearts, lil' bustdown bezzel, yeah Off of dem perc' last night Had a dream that I made a deal with the damn devil, yeah Real runner, nigga, you is not real runner, you is not my goddamn level Hollow tips at his temple I'm off that lean walking like a cripple, yeah Niggas love to copy me, love to copy me, they love to resemble, yeah We in the Honda talkin', busting bands out, all my niggas civil, yeah Anarchy symbol tatted on my chest like a motherfucking emblem Stop trying to be me, nigga, it's simple, yeah Red dot on his forehead, from a distance it look like a pimple, yeah Lil' Rino, baby, I'm drawing a blueprint, where the fuck a pencil? Yeah You just sucked my nigga up, what the fuck makes you think I'ma kiss you?