Goin for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chips, I gots a
Motherfuckin nine on my hip,
Im pissed, aint nothin shakinShits slow like before once again
Im on the come up bro.
Called Yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped Tec off Infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin word on the birds
Where they flyin, Im a kill you if you lyinHis cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo rings
And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the keys
To yo Jag, I got to get yo guns out yo fuckin attic
Dont try to test my nuts and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, Boo-Koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldnt run from the chrome