text: They be saying this and that, all that shit is cap
  Pull up on em real life, like where the energy at
  I shot you, i robbed you and yall aint do nothing back
  Remember that niggas lacked
  Yall aint do nothing back but make tracks
  Suck dick, nigga eat my sack
  I shot at all yall rappers real life no cap
  The feds charged me for that, a whole fucking case
  So eat a dick lil nigga, dont watch my face
  Aint no biddy-bap
  Run up on a nigga, give me that
  Where your jewelry at? Stupid lil nigga, give me that
  Where you blicky at? Pull up on em, make it brrrt-at
  Bitch you know that when i see you we gon make it brrrt-at
  I got this fifty, fifty, fifty shot, Make it milly rock
  Silly blicky, call the glizzy shop, made em diddy bop
  Still be posin by the chicken spot, got my city hot
  Silencer, that shit go Shhh while i make this .40 pick a shot
  I got this micky-micky moppy-moppy-mop-mop
  Look you could catch the shots-shots-shots
  Watch him twirl, then he drop-drop-drop-drop
  I got the game on lock-lock-lock-lock