She on the beat.

ra click click don't stop how many niggas got pull in the box if he blitz

He get dropped, this and that, that's he get turned into crops.

On feet on the drill with the cops.

I spot a op, gotta up that nine.

Oh, he runnin', hit him in the spine, do it again.

Larry Juan, and the VJs, watch how he maneuver.

D is the driver, Joe B is the ooter.

He got a race, but I thought it was a scooter.

We carry knives that delete like computers.

For the deaths and the deaths, he got turned into ash.

Roll him up, puff him and pass.

Catch that nigga, but he do the dash.

If I catch, I'ma get on his ass.

In a running, bitch, I got the drop.

Don't fight while I stand over the top.

Click, click, they telling me stop.

But I don't show no sympathy, not for no opps.

Been what?

Nigga, been blocks.

Nigga, what?

I've been through a lot.

Going through they P's on Hassan Manas.

Put us on cash and I bet that he drop.

And the D's on my dick, like, that's that dumb shit I don't like.

Shut up the shot, nigga, night after night.

Smoking that opps got me high as a kite.

Block after block, nigga, light after light.

Been through they side trying to find me a fight.

Put the beam on his head, it'll knock out his life.

Since he want a diss, nigga, gotta pay the price.

She reach for my dick, she don't know that I'm towing.

This bitch trying to line me with a bra, I start throwing.

Niggas this dumb, I can never be loafing.

Cop ask me to knock when you see that I'm open.

Click, click, I get the blowing.

You mad over a bitch, from bitches we hoeing.

Don't die over a bitch, she gon' reap what you sowing.

Pockets stay flowing, the press stay flowing.

Fuck all the opps, I don't fuck with opponents, like Fuck all the opps, I don't fuck with opponents

Fuck all the opps I don't fuck with.

Fuck all the opps I don't fuck with the ponies.

I see an opp and I gotta start doing.

I need to drop and I know they be loafing.

Click, click.

Don't stop.

How many niggas got pull in the box?

If he blitz, he get dropped.

This and that, he get turned into crops.

On feet, on the drill with the cops.

I spot an op, gotta up that nine.

Oh, he run and hit him in his spine.

Do it again.

Like we want, individuals, watch how we maneuver.

D is the driver, Joe B is the ooter.

He got a race, but I thought it was a scooter.

We carry knives that delete like computers.

For the deaths and the deaths, he got turned into ash.

Roll him up, puff him and pass.

Catch that nigga, but he do the dash.

If I catch, I'ma get on his ass.

Ain't no running bitch, I got the drop.

Don't five-five, stand over the top.

Click, click, they telling me stop.

Click, click, they telling me.