If this bullet don't hit his head, it's gon' whack his spine I specialize in 211s and 459s Mama know I got a problem, I'm obsessed with weapons I was taking mugshots, I ain't learn my lesson Now I'm blowing ten bands at the Gallery I fuck model hoes, a bum bitch can't get next to me Joint of the year, it ain't a nigga ahead of me They copy drip, but they can't figure the recipe In the field looking for chinky, we need them bucks Hands in the air, I got a stick, if you move, I bust Where the Perc'? Where the Wock'? I need my drugs I told that bitch she might fold, she can keep her love He talkin' like he Mad Max and he don't got a pole I'm really walkin' niggas down in designer clothes These ain't the regular Air Forces, these say Supreme I'm on the block with a Glock, the stick hanging out my jeans Smell like a pound of zaza and some Dior cologne Got niggas in the club with ski masks, you know what time we on I'm a nigga in my hood, never gave a statement They smelled the Cookies when we arrive, real Gary Payton Your nigga scared to come around, we got him pressured up I'm killing niggas 'bout my chains, but you can test your luck I boogie down on any nigga, I don't need no mask I'm trigger-happy, if we beef, you can't get no pass I strip niggas for they jewels, you better hide your watch PJ just called me on FaceTime with a pint of Wock' We the niggas that made niggas wanna get some money I don't want that pussy, you fuck niggas who broke and bummy Better duck your head, we got choppers with beams He must ain't heard I'm passin' out angel wings High-speed type of niggas, the police can't make us stop You don't gotta ask, you know I'm equipped with a Glock
