Pop goes.

See me and my clique.

We be hopping out of the range.

Every day past staying sober.

Fighting.

Bitch is barely missing Angola.

On the run this hell fresh out of jail.

That's no lie.

Carry me and I can take away the phone.

My dad asked me why I had that.

With a clippin', I say y'all niggas'll blast me if they catch a nigga slippin'.

Y'all trippin', y'all gave my homie

With the L. With the nigga that killed my cousin.

Y'all let that nigga out on bail.

That's why I say.

Fuck.

This and I will call the streets, put my nine up on my seats, and hold my nine like

Cause I'ma hustle till I fall.

I'ma have it all.

Boy, fuck them niggas.

I have my nines up.

in my drawers.

No time to pause and I smash off in the dust like what?

Keep my nine

thing i can trust and ever since ice cube said it really been a trip i'd rather be judged by

then be carried by security.

That's why.

For my night night.

Right.

Bitch and me rolling.

Rest in peace, pot.

I'm riding in my SE.

airstrap with my plastic glock.

I mean, my bitch, she be hella

Getting up over my head, but I ain't trusting that nigga tonight.

I ain't walking out the goal line.

Breast nigga, this a beat.

hollow tip blackjack call me el capone but i'm dirty

I keep a nine millimeter cause I ain't getting buried.

My Glock be special.

might end up in the body bag.

goes my life.

Pop, pop, goes the ruga.

I feel like it's Lancusa.

That's the slow you roll, ho, ho.

Hey, hey!

I'm smurfin' in my Acura.

Grabbin' on my dick.

Smokin' that shit.

Mama kicked me out.

I smack that bitch.

Now I'm scandalous and rich.

We got it tweaking.

It's Twinkie, no limit, got some gangsta shit for the Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.

And me too, Atlanta.

Black talents from my nine.

Got them dancing in my car and the little kids in my hood.

Slang dope and talk shit, buy some violence, bruh, pass the silence up, pop that bitch in my navy blue.

Suckin' a weeper, holdin' a sweet sweeper Lost my brain off that vodka, but still aim your nigga chopper

Gunslinger with pussy juice on my trigger fangs Now who the bitch made nigga friends?

True.

Well...

Goes my night.

Check it out, Blaine.

Nigga, how to protect this motherfucker.

grab your motherfucking nine before you grab your shoe.

Cause nigga only got one.

one life to lose.

And then got to protect his own.

Bye.

Nigga, trust no motherfucking body.

be right now.

this ride.