One two

You got that

Yeah yeah

Official

Let's go silent king

Oh s**t

The big park s**t

Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90's

Chef in the kitchen cooking up with the crimey's

It's late for a dime season we bought the crib

Next to Bill

Clinton mother cause she f**k with the

Chinese They hitting n***as with h****n it's fourteen of us with beemers

We won't stop pitching the

Chevron It's packed kid black kid don't know how to act

They flashing macks

Gillette's a couple of stacks yo

The systems is 'oopid' yup shorty with the pumps on

And dunks get provided and scooped kid

And bloodhounds is hating they knowing how the kid get down

Silent shotties with grenades

I'm waiting

And everybody love vintage you see like 4 5 n***as

With half moons and wave intentions

Ooooh

What's really good

The 'dro hit 'em killed 'em in the hotel

That's how we make it happen that's how we break it down

Hood all day n***a watch how we take the town

That's why we do the do just know who is who

Acknowledge me all day and understand

Yo but on the other side of town it's

Toney laid up

This white chick wanna gargle my nuts

I put the

Bailey's down tap the blunt out grabbed her by her hair

Watch blondie love whip my d**k out

Spit dripping down my balls she slobbing me

That's right suck that d**k get it hard for me

Pyrex in one hand large amount of grams and it rocked up

And she pregnant my little man got her knocked up

He popped up

Oh s**t

I'm like a crooked cop

Richard Gere big smirk on getting my cock sucked

He pulled the joint out a bullet spun out but it was too late

Already nutted on the side of her mouth

Side of her face and hair like

Something

About Mary

I can't front my son gun look scary chill

She's a w***e you knew it from the time we ran trains on her

And you still went and f**ked her raw

Come on son give me the gun you gon' kill me over this

Bum a*s b***h you can't resist

Remember Vel had her in the telly taking the fist

Watch how you aiming that s**t you should be aiming at

Trish She take a bone like a rib eye steak your loose

Christ' Yo be easy on the trigger son you squeezing the fifth

I only did it just to show you she's the easiest b***h

F**k a gun muthaf**ka

I dare Pull a f**king gun on me again n***a

I blow your little balls off

Go to store and get me a f**king forty

Before I smack the s**t out you man

Word up while you at it yo

Go in the freezer get a steak man

For your eye n***a word up

Put some bologna on your face or something n***a

Make sure my forty cold too when you bring it back

When you get back bag the s**t up n***a

Word up I don't give a f**k if you 25 n***a

You my son n***a word up that's why

I let you slide n***a

Word get you a forty too and a pacifier n***a

And a bib and a diaper