uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck up in my trap, who the fuck up in my trap, who the fuck up in my trap, who the fuck up in my trap, who the fuck outside my trap, man who the fuck, ayy, ayy, who the fuck outside my trap, say you want a cop a gram, bitch you better cop a pea or a ounce or a half, he say he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down, we gone take his car, have him on a bus to Greyhound, you don't have to be accurate when you got a hunnid rounds, bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, we got a hunnid shots, I bet his body drop, I made a million rocks, beef up in this bitch like Philly sauce, soon as we get to drop, he run up in the head, before I do the third, ain't got a cop, we chop a bullet, rip these dreads, blood is leaking on his lock, he silent, shit you know I'm general, we don't care where you at, bitch you know we finish you, they say the top of Greyhound, all them niggas know it's you, so don't you hop up in my car, cause we know it's murder, fool, yeah, yeah, you can't tell me in a trap with two Dracos up in my lap, and I got fiends runnin' out that want to cry like Bobby Bryant, I had a shootout, seen his body drop, can't lie that shit was really fun, I don't know about you thug, but I really love my guns, did you see this 26, it got a switch and it can hold a drum, K.O. Gleazy automatic, yeah you know it's red and wrong, tryna tell Chopper a strap, yeah he gone take your gun, see me out and try to give me doubt, I slapped him with my palm, I blow his attic, throw his outta gas, you know it keep me calm, we never stop it crashin' out until we see the police come, he got the shakin' so I know that nigga scared of us, left blood up on the scene, but I don't think the scene was red enough, he spent again and dropped his partner while I used the same gun, but he ain't make it till the doctor beats his DOA up in his gun, did your trio try to burn, don't lay no case up on these guns, I dropped the oppa, made them trailers, ballerinas, who the fuck outside my trap, say you want a cop a gram, bitch you better cop a P or a ounce or a half, he said he ain't tryna cop, rob his ass, strip him down, we gone take his car, have him on a bus to Greyhound, you don't have to be accurate when you got a hundred rounds, bullets hit the back of his neck, put his face up in the ground, yeah, yeah yeah