Got my steeze on them keysNo capUh, ayy, uh, ayy, ayyDaydream about the money (I’m daydreamin’), then a nigga woke up in it (I woke up in it)Plenty losses in the game, didn’t have much luck in itPeep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain’t even fuck with itMama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in meBack on his hat, he gone in a dayWe know where he at, we know where he stayPoint him out, we attack, gun line, he layAnd my bro got the gat while I rock out the stageAnd I’m goin’ up a sack ’cause I just had a paySay you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?What did you kill ’em? I did it for SatanThey want me forgive ’em, but I say I can’tHop in the car, do a hundred in trafficRide too close, got to dumpin’, he crash itTake a look at my life, I been livin’ too savageShe fuckin’ on me ’cause a nigga got cabbageGot a strategy for the opps, usin’ my tacticsAndI pay for a body when I get the backendMy Crips in the spot, they coolin’, what’s crackin’?Them bodies droppin’, givin’ me satisfactionUh-uh-uhNah-nah-nah-nah, uh-uh-uhNah-nah-nah-nah, uh-uh-uhNah-nah-nah-nahStand-up nigga with his chest outBitch, y’all better stand down, we got gun rounds
Killers, they hit ’em, I give ’em the rundownNigga would’ve been dead, but he never come outBitch you know what I said, don’t say what I’m talking ’bout, yeah, yeahDrum on the Glock and that bitch is a four-ohTry to reach for my chain, you know that’s a no-noTurn off the music, we stopping the show, broWe gon’ leave ’em extinct, that boy, he a dodoFree my nigga, hope the judge get AIDSNigga comin’ for me, better disengagePussy-ass nigga think this shit gravyMore guns than the army, military, navyBack on his hat, he gone in a dayWe know where he at, we know where he stayPoint him out, we attack, gun line, he layAnd my bro got the gat while I rock out the stageAnd I’m goin’ up a sack ’cause I just had a paySay you getting me whacked, nigga, where is the day?What did you kill ’em? I did it for SatanThey want me forgive ’em, but I say I can’tDaydream about the money (I’m daydreamin’), then a nigga woke up in it (I woke in it)Plenty losses in the game, didn’t have much luck in itPeep a nigga energy and watch how he move, I ain’t even fuck with itMama tell me not to keep my tool, but I do, the thug in meAyy, grrAyy, grrAyyThug in meIt’s up in meNLE, Top ShottaBomb like Al-QaedaMmm, brrt