If you get to flexin on me
Watch ya mouth because the weapon on me
That’s what niggas get for slep’n on me
I mean sleepin
Listen to my testimony
Here’s a dollar can you stretch it for me
Pistol County what I’m reppin homie
Told ‘em I was married to the streets
You can call it holy matrimony
You should watch ya girl because I macaroni
These niggas 12 ain’t no Axel Foley
I’m bout that action homie
I got that ratchet on me
Yea yea
I got that package on me
I’m never lackin homie
Yea yea
You want that static nigga
Knowin I pack a 40
Yea yea
Hit ‘em off top with the urgency
Purposely purp will murk em
It’s a murder scene
FTF rocking for certain
No stoppin no curtains
You obviously heard of me
Poppin shots until your white tee is burgundy
Pistol poppin take a rocket to Mercury
Grab me a swisher for surgery
Hit the booth it’s an infirmary yea
Gas packs for the whole squad
Loud blazin down the whole block
Niggas step I’ll pull ya hoe card
FTF we gotta whole lot
Real nigga you’s a robot
On my way up and I won’t stop
And I got work if you need dat
These niggas broke and they won’t shop
Hit the booth, switch, now the flow pop
Burn the mic up til the show stop
These niggas sweet like a blow pop
Moving big work on a boat dock
Rockin designer like we shop in Italy
I send a shot to my enemy
Bullets I’m not talkin Hennessy
Mention the opp but they not gone do diddily
Yah