Yo, what's wrong with these neeks? Man can't tell me about these streets Man never grew up near no damn beach Mans got shooters from Mozambique Shoot off nose and beak So you lot roll in peace But if you got suttin to say Do not hold in, please They say death comes in trois So I do not roll in threes Are you lot dying to piss? 'Cause you look like you're holding Ps Pull up pull up, stolen jeep Hood up hood up, phone the police Push up your boat and bleed I heard they cook up the coke and leave Man's going in there now I’m just up the road indeed I swear I search everywhere Like I’m looking for phone and keys Knife in the wind Poke and breeze Wish your girl never saw that Poor Candice Four man deep One felt froggy, they saw man leap Run, tell donnie and crawl back, weep All that week Oh, that's weak Hole in your brain You ain’t gotta thought that deep Man think I'm missing the drop Nah, I caught that clean
