Solo

Yeah, know what the, yeah, look I just sparked a dookie with it to get me flamed up My birdie in that level 10, they got him chained up If you don't hop behind them tents, you gon' get spanked up I call my favorite oppa Hungry Muppets, ain't the coolest club Nigga, look When you decide to come outside, gon' be your last one He in the grease, laid down with them fries, we tryna bag him I know some killers out here tryna pull up and go stab some If I'm up in that whip and I got pole, bitch, I got stash for it You catch me out here stickin' up some shit, bitch, I got cash for it It's broad day, they call my killers out here masked boys That's why Z the Crackers call my niggas bad boys I see him locked down in them four walls and I'm a stab boy I'm throwin' fives, you know I stand tall, ain't with them crack boys I catch a opp from crackin' shit more than his shell for me Free the opps from boxin' me and let's get that bill for me I catch him walkin' outside of that gate and I'm gon' nail boy Get a drop and get that boy cut, it's like a nail boy And I got chop to fix him in his eye, it got some smell to it I be in here exercisin', you glockas, it's gon' nail for me If I tell you what I'll be on outside, you might just tail on me Get a drop, roll, really, that's just how it go On my jersey, I'm rockin' the Skoda, shit like 6 and 0 Grab a mask, spit on them gloves, I'm creepin' down in snow That pussy boy thought he know how shit roll, but that's not how it go 6 and 0, I wanna drop some names, but that's not how it's folk And he was dissin', droppin' names, and now he high as folks Two threes, but that's a six, that's really what I pole No green, I'm goin' sick, I think I got a cold