Oh shit F**k is my watch at Shit what the f**k
Nah man nah man hell nah
These bitches is frontin
The f**k the shit go
Them drug gangstas
Yo son you got my shit
Son you ain't got my shit
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the )
I started buggin out fell in the zone half the bone lit
Passed off rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit
My blunt fell my watch you seen it
Gleamin little young fella
He just had the stupidest look weeded
Yo I'm tired and stressed hungry and I'm vexed
And I ＇ m flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord
Stop it I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I ＇ m goin at niggaz pockets
The watch faggot yeah y ＇ all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family I helped you cop yo ＇ shit
Then help me find my shit
Eye-ballin every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out find my shit
Yeah yo now I got robbed I smell it
Mad bitches walkin ＇ by the fella
Tryin ＇ to crochet b***h spell it
Listen trick be out bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the b***h face
She pulled out two white owls
Everybody back the f**k up move
Chef you actin ＇ like a loose cannon
Pah with you and your dudes
If my shit come up cool
Matter of fact clack-clack-clack-clack niggas pulled out tools
Yo yo yo yo turn the f**kin ＇ lights off
Pass the illumin ＇ Lord tell the DJ turn the f**kin ＇ music off
We got announcements we want y ＇ all to listen clear
We just lose about mansion in here
And yo eh yo if we don ＇ t get it back it ＇ s gon ＇ be a problem
Then my niggas gon ＇ react and that ＇ ll be a problem
Eighty-five thou ＇ gone we got a f**kin ＇ problem
Ain ＇ t nobody leavin ＇ alive until we find ＇ em
Excuse me Miss no I ain ＇ t havin ＇ it
I smacked him with the four pound b***h hit the ground
Then I stepped off dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped courdouroy Bailey ＇ s with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin ＇ you take ya boots off
And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns
The fat f**k thought I was playin ＇ so I started sprayin
Chicks hit the floor bottles broke
The owner slid through beefin ＇ duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don ＇ t get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we ＇ re leavin ＇ with the vote
A gangsta ＇ s lotto thirteen bodies and still climbin
Big shotties bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the Envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Eh yo shit got real that night
Power grabbed him ＇ Vine smacked him dead in his head
Yo we all holdin ＇ rollin
Grab a n***a search him if he front
F**k it blow him
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off the wheelchair n***a got him and ran
Surround the Don full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
Yo where the big mouth at Niggas step up
Matter of fact n***a lie the f**k up
n***a tried to swing on G ＇ s but he a gentleman
Son he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G ＇ s pealed his meat *starts to fade out*
Let ＇ s see niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up C-4ed this b***h blew it the f**k up
Niggas ＇ ll use and niggas ＇ ll die in this mothaf**ka
*explosion*
