Run that up, Rico
I got the drop from a pagan bitch, she from bricky hill
We pulling up
With the bruk back beat you with the t (yeah yeah I know)
She dont like me cus the c's took back they silver
A little chestshot wound kept that little man composed
Hammer on me and when I whip it out and squeeze
They know my side bitch is callous thats why they all gon run to me
Go go gadget will I back the flicky or the rambo knife
Any problems get put in one of them will always die
Pull on blocks, with that 22
Hit him in his mada
He was talking smoke, so we made him cha-cha
We dont play but they still draw us out
I wanna get so close that i can shoot him in his mouth
Took her to the f
Now she throwing c's
Flagging green
She like me
And she love the g's
So I press the leaf
He approach got his ass beat
He in A&E
He got stabbed
Didn't make it out
He's floated in my trees
He got stabbled tryna back his friend like
"Boy you got no sense"
He got tapped, tryna make a pack
Karma be a bitch
She be bad
Just a local slap
But I dont fuck or brag
Arch it up, make that shit clap run it up for gang
I'm sliding round
With my nigga wap, we ain't gonna die
We spot an opp, and he spotted us but he just run and duck
We got hard, we dont need numbers
They always on a call
If you see me on your block guaranteed I've got the pole
I ain't from the K
I ain't from the Prince
I ain't from the Hill
I ain't from the Rack
Know the opps wack, they can die like Sav
They can die like Jay
They can die like Kai
They can die like Latts
Took her to the f
Now she throwing c's
Flagging green
She like me
And she love the g's
So I press the leaf
He approach got his ass beat
He in A&E
He got Stabbed
Didn't make it out
He's floated in my trees
Took her to the f
Now she throwing c's
Flagging green
She like me
And she love the g's
So I press the leaf
We approach with that R-Speed
He in A&E
He got stabbed
Didn't make it out
He's floated in my trees