Low the G, 40 P's nigga, I don't eat the E's Ayy, we ride with them in sleep, so, let's go Ain't no more free spares, nigga, ayy The real spares, nigga, low the G, low the G Let's go, let's go Big-ass Glock and it came with a switch, nigga Ditchin' on Mack, get left in the ditch Tell him six-two, yeah, I go through the brief But I'm bustin' the Glock when I go on the hit I'm smokin' on A's, get tired of this nigga Tell that big brother, come slide for this nigga Bitch, I'm tryna send, and this shit on Christian You fuck with the opps, you can die with them niggas Send my lil' ho get the drop on them niggas Just like a bitch, I'm croppin' a nigga I just came home from a two-year sentence I don't give a fuck and don't stop me, nigga Slide on the knock and drive me a nigga I'm droppin' your sub there if that lil' ho with ya Free Draco, cause when he get out on the slot Smoke D clips, trap, red Try to run off, I'ma cut off your legs Low to GG, tryna puss on the bed Oppo tryna fuck, so I'm thinkin' ahead Here up front, I'm back, clutchin' my lid Ditchin' on Mack, consider him dead Tryna get some get-back from my nigga Fat Fred If I can't taste sap, the Glock is dread Smoke Fat Trey, whole lil' way do stick Got some bullets for the brother Tay-Tay Smoke for Wayne, he smoke great If he knew how to drive, he'd be here today Fuck Nino, I'll go to his grave Take his ass off the ground, shoot the rest of his face Smoke KT for the rest of the day That's a two-man pack, can't forget about Drake Smokin' on Melvin, Jackboy II Who the fuck DD Jack, nigga, Jackboy who? I'm talkin' bout Dayla, ain't my work But the pussy-ass boy got whacked at school Fuck Lil' Sire, he a pack too Fuck HOG, that's a rat-ass too Quartez, he a bitch, tell the fuck Lil' Mark to his face And the pussy-boy still ain't shootin' Where you niggas at? What is the mood? Smoke dude and dude, I ain't got nothin' to prove Never go sneak, that's the number one rule This shit run in my veins, I ain't tryna be cool He ditched a Lamar, he must be a fool Went his ass up like he jumped in a pool Try to run from the Glock, it's a switch on the back of this bitch Hit a brr, knock him out of his shoe We bout that action, BTA Oppo tried me and get shot in the face I was just locked up, I was in my head Fuck that, I was locked in a whole nother state But now I'm back out, I got somethin' to say Long live Christian and my nigga BJ I was alive for some time, broke down with slime Why the opps keep lyin'? They ain't got no brain I'm chasin' this bread, I ain't tryna debate You dependin' on faith, I depend on this Drake All you gotta do is click, clack, aim, spray Shoot a nigga all in his face Headshot for a nigga, say EBK Catch bodies for free, I ain't gotta get paid Stick a foot, nigga, up, he think we gon' trade Lil' Rodney on go, tryna dig up a grade Let's go