Ay, look, ah, ah, ah, ah Ay, ay, here I go, ay
Everybody fake so my circle's getting smaller Won't give shit to a bitch, just a memory and a holler
You said you ain't scared, but you stayed inside a house When you come around me, boy, I will really watch your mouth
I'll take off on your chin, I'll take off on your friend But with a Glock 9, I'll really leave that nigga dead
Shootin' on this gun, it's like finger-f*ckin' sluts You do it till it busts, don't let no one know stuff
Shit, I'll mix a lean with a perc, I might flip this bitch Just playin', got my right hand and it's on the clip
Lil' boy seems light, you just love to talk shit If you f*ck around too much, I'll get your grandma hit
Dumb, nigga, shoulda stayed inside the house I'ma come and take your chain and f*ck up on your wife
Now, you owe me some money for that f*ckin' front, Clown You better pay up for your motherf*ckin' family
Family gets gunned down, I'ma spin a block If I miss, pop a uey, now, double back
Hit the front lines, I'ma finish that Got a drum, mag, I'ma really get to hittin' him
No Drewski, I'ma stand out on all my buidness friend Yeah, I go to work, still move a pack, cause it ain't shit to me
Said I was a father, told the bitch, no, like Billie Jean Won't sell to a fiend, if them nigga's haven't eaten
Gotta stay alive if I want em come back and keep feinin