You're a goner Yeah, I be leaning, grab a pitcher I be filling it with red Y'all be leaving, quick to switch up so quit throwing up a set Like a choker, when I meet her I be standing on her neck Trigger squeezing when I twitch, yeah, like I'm dealing with tourettes Body bag, hoe, I be throwing paper at the press Feeling lagged, hoe, I just took an oxy to the chest Where my bag, hoe? I'mma up that thing and leave him dead Now the mag's low, stupid hoe, you should've worn a vest I got money out the scene, bought my hoe a different ring And my hoe bought me a glock, it be hanging out my jeans I be sipping too much work, I be looking like a fiend I don't stutter when I talk, neither do my lil' machine Drive by, we gon' spin in limousine Turn his block to tyedye, he be leaking on the street Want the smoke? Then light by, I just hope nobody see Light him up like firefly then we sting him like a bee