Pop out like Yusuke with the Rei Gun
Toguros on the block love to play tough
Gold rings on the digits, all stamped and embellished
Shorty mood lookin hellish better play dumb
If you spotted Squallay better say some
I been smokin all day, dropped a K on it
I'm a cowboy in these orange tabs, out west lettin hammers fall on the other half
Pulp Fiction brown leather avirex on my back
I could never settle on another metal but the plat
I gotta put food on the table, I don't hate you just ya crews movin disabled
Dap you up and call you brother with a slight grin, they intentions never genuine
That's why I never let 'em in
Self centered motherf*ckers that'll sell you for a second of fame
Douse ya fire and then spit on ya grave
Belittle ya name but they could never get in my lane
It's really a shame
You fronted, so whose really to blame
The silliest game, I don't have it in me to play
High as Spok rockin' a Heineken visor in the drop top
Get you shot like Moderna or Pfizer until ya heart stop
With the RoboCop Glock