Power house play (feat. Ssg quez)

I'm gonna make you pay, bitch I'm gonna make you pay This is the story Your hands, y'all are loosing and bitch Ssg in dis bitch nigga Fat ass m's, nigga Heavy m's Popping out I'm at your section Got the this Cuban on my neck you know I'm out here flexing Bitch I'm riding in a 5.0, and you know we got dem weapons We be hopping out with glocks F and no's, we be stepping Leave a nigga stretch Toe tag, we leave him on a stretcher, told the police, pick him up Drop his flag why he flexing Yeen posted on that block, nah, he a fucking duck, we gone get dat nigga popped, hit his top, hit his butt, uh He try to run Hollows ate em up Hit him in his face Glock shut him up Nigga really bitch He ain't got no stick, ain't got no pole When I catch that nigga lacking, boy on my mama, he get froze, uh Like wassaname, we shut him up He was capping he got touched Wanna cap nie he a Dutch, roll em up, smoke up Spin his block we shut em up These niggas know what's up with us Drop that bag, I'll get him touched Pay that bitch to set him up Drop his low, we hit the spot Hit a op We got him pop Heavy motion in the sky Roll him up, he in the sky Rest in piss to his guy, f*ck his Nigga F*ck his guys F*ck my ops dem niggas pie Lowkey pump fake in disguise Free my brothers, doin time Too them crackas, they telling lies, long live, he on a shirt long live dude, he in the hearse, f*ck his bitch and steal a purse I'm a vulture tryna lurk, I'm a vulture tryna lurk Step up on a nigga Turff, niggas actin' like they paid Nigga, what the f*ck you worth, nigga my shoes cost a mert Play with gang, you gon' get murked, niggas really do be bitches Niggas actin' like they durk, before I bought myself a scat I'm buying moms a Birkin purse, back to that fuckin' cheese I'm chasing fuckin' cheddar green, I got hella racks on me In my fuckin' purple jeans, niggas always fuckin' hatin' Jit comin', join the team, smokin' on this backwood And the pack say Russian cream, beat the bitch pussy down And I almost made her bleed, nigga I ain't steppin' out If it ain't about no cheese, I ain't worried about no haters Nigga always disagree, I know a nigga named Johnny Smoke bullshit weed, all these pussy niggas bitches Heard they all coppin' pleas, niggas actin' like they hard Y'all ain't really in the streets, niggas cappin' on the gram But in person, man they sweet, man these niggas they be trippin' Brodie shootin' like he pimpin', if a nigga diss me In a week, he end up missin', in a week he end up dead Shootin' them slugs, I hit his head, had to smack him, heard he fed I see op, then I see red, all these voices in my head Got a nigga fuckin' scared, nigga