b**h i dont argue cause im poppin, b**h i’d rather go shoppin
12 took my bros away but what the f** is they stoppin
Pops been gone since i was 6, a hatin n***a had shot him wit no problem like he didnt have little babies behind him
it’s not okay and ima spot him, and slide down on his momma
Hit her a** with the glock and rock his a** with the choppa
Hope his kids up in the crib so i can leave with trauma, and put em in a box with whats lft with they momma
Im a bomb a** b**h, you call me lil osama
Move my OG out the hood and take her to the Bahamas
b**h my daddy was the realist i can put that on somebody
If i told you what was up, i might have to catch an body
Slide own your block, you know i got the choppa
sittin on the trenches, man you know the block hot
RJ on the best, you know im finna eat
[?] with some new devils, new gucci, and them margielas b**h