I got ruly he keep rushingme

Weburn a niggato the third degree

Rush em DOA,dead on arrival u can't rush the G

Aw f**k why he keep rushing me

I got two...

He black and white so what you call that boy a referee

He earned his stripes, nah he just fouled out

All them jits know its collect, you know, adet about his money

I roll around with teks, he got two teks below his tummy

ATM on that shit free bands

A couple grand I spent that money

I'm with lil soldier, you know da kidd ain't buckin them but we come running

I was smoking on that tec, I wrapped em up just like a mummy

All he know is triple x, she asking me why I'm spelling funny

All I aim, above the head, they know exactly how I'm bumming

We G9, I tote G9, he say he want it, then he mine

I'm right behind ya, on onside, we masked up cuz shit get ugly

I say, I'm gripping my 45, it love me back cuz it be hugging me

He said what, oh that's cap, boy snap back before we come and see

And all these f**g carrots silly rabbit, you think bout snatching these

Lil Chinese white b**h she chew the d**k just like she Japanese

Yeah I was flight risk, I'm talking back when I was 17

And he say what, I'm on his ass

He think he ash, he in a blunt

That n**a gas, that I can't pass, eh

She don't like d**k, but dropping VV's, I was 17

She want to ride d**k, but I won't let her come and ride me

Like ain't that Soldier Kidd, don't run up I might up that fire b**h

Got a .45, No eager niggas

45 get even

Say its smoke, I'm big cheefing

I'm on go, and niggas be leaving

She don't go, whenever I'm cheating

He don't know, I'm really be bleeding

Dis that Kansas City Cheefers, I puff puff don't ever pass

I'll call my Cincinnati Bengals, just to get up on your ass

That Glock 4-0 came with a heater, better yet a cooling fan

I'm going long like Ochocinco

But I moss him when I land

We step on shit, just like a Mac

But I'mma call this dapper dan

I see that shit, but don't react

When we attack, like who that is

So I'm like okay, this how we play

We gone back to back, no relay

We go hat for hat, no "he say"

F**k that this and that, no "she say"

Niggas clicking up, that's too gay

We want headshots, no toupees

Niggas always saying nine and I'm in their mouth more than toothpaste, ay