text: Ayy, slide up in the cut
  Better knuck, better buck
  We dont duck, bitch, whats up?
  We dont duck, bitch, whats up?
  Im a dog, man, I aint trained
  That shit Ill take to the grave
  That shit Ill take to the grave
  That shit Ill take to the grave
  I spray the K ambidextrous
  Snatchin her necklace, wildin like bogies off Actavis
  Banned, stuffin the duffel with bands
  Holdin the dog, it get snatched out your hands
  Say say, spray K, K-Nay lay lay
  Every day-day gettin paid, never catch fade
  Glock and a .22, Glock and a .22
  Niggas wanna talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo
  Little fuckin cokehead wanna go, tell him, Let him go
  Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload
  Say what I want, nigga, fuck all your feelings
  I run with that heater, thats heathens to demons
  You talking, not fightin, my fists dont got reasons
  My niggas dont reason, thats hoes that be speakin
   Thug life, bitch had a 2Pac moment 
  Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach 
  Spin through your block with the uwop bustin 
  Ran through the east, like, who block want it? 
  Got the bitch down and I smoke all the dirt
  Bust out the back like a hole poker shirt 
  Bust your bitch ass, need more and more Percs 
  Your favorite rapper a broke, hold his dirt 
  What happened to you? 
  Laughing at you for havin to shoot
  Sawed off will take off a fraction of you, Mac Baller views 
  Mad that your boo blew her back in the coupe 
  I was 16, sellin crack by the school
  Million in cash, all the racks that I blew 
  Look in the mirror, who nicer to you?
  Biting my style like Tyson would do 
  Ayy, slide up in the cut
  Better knuck, better buck
  We dont duck, bitch, whats up?
  We dont duck, bitch, whats up?
  Im a dog, man, I aint trained
  That shit Ill take to the grave
  That shit Ill take to the grave
  That shit Ill take to the grave
  Boy, fuck you thought?
  Nigga, my hands dont talk
  Nigga, my bite dont bark 
  Fuck you thought? Nigga, you aint no star
  You slide up and get lockjaw
  I paid for the Glock then I came to the block
  Gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time
  I paid for the rocks, I stuffed in the socks
  One sale, one sale, top-notch, top-notch
  I run up on nigga, go ape on a nigga
  No face, no trace, no case on a nigga
  Black switchblade to the face of a nigga
  Never ever will I catch a fade from a nigga
  Scum Squad, dont know yall
  You scu face, Ill split yall
  Get pieced up, no Jigsaw
  Run up wrong, get hit torn