作词 : Luis A Roman

作曲 : Luis A Roman

See I am posted with the crew

Aye catch me at the mall wasting bands until I’m screwed

Spend. I’m going dumb I’m going cool

But the 45 still stuck on me so please don’t try a move

But see y’all dumb so I know you still gone try me

And there ain’t no take see back sees when I put you in that Ernie

So tell me who is worthy. Better grab some mits

Cause when I put you down there ain’t no coming back. There ain’t no gulag kid

I got my hand upon the wheel while I’m spinning on each block

Cause I been seeking all them niggas who got em death threats with no mops

Aye if they really want that static, I’ll up that sizzle make em pop

He pop lock and drop it by how my rocket made that nigga flop

He didn’t know how we slide up on these oppers like some otters

Aye we were all five deep like look at us we set for slaughter

Aye I guess he didn’t know that we be out here for the slaughter

I’ll smoke his mother and his farther cause I’m really bout that plotter

Aye nigga really caught that shimmy shimmy

We felt like Santa how we slide up on his hood with them Chimney Sizzle

We merking oppers for the giggle

Aye the cripple dropped and wiggle

We still sent ******s he got Chiseled

Aye it wasn’t well

He got sent to hell

And I really don’t feel bad

He’s not important he’s an oh well

Money what’s on my mind what he didn’t have

and if he did he would of live but at the end of the day rest lad

Bop bop bop bop bop

Got em moving now

Yawk yawk yawk yawk yawk

Oh they shooting now

Bop bop bop

And we zooming out

Yawk yawk yawk

With my uzi now

Got em in the trunk. What the f*ck? With my Cartier

Ima f*ck em up in the ice like a Hockey game

Got my glizzy tucked like wassup? Let my Tommy sang

Ima double dutch with my blood with my ****ing gang

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Ima slit his ****ing throat

Ima f*ck his *****, throw a fit, then I’ll ****ing go

240 sx in the streets burning rubber on the floor

Drift on a *****. Ima let her choke on all da smoke

Grip my gun. No running from a blood

My blood want smoke. No I guess that aint my blood

***** I’m up. I stunt until I’m numb

I do it for the fun and I’m smoking on my blu