Lyrics
No cryin', slime, pick your head up
I had to call her a thousand times, she won't pick up
Yes, I'm mad at you slime, why you give up?
Yes, I drive fast all the time, my car get up
My Drac' gon' crunch you, make you do a sit-up
You wan' die? Ain't no problem, we could link up
My Glock not on safety, no, I'm not a mink up
Fried in your city, you know I think 'bout you
What could've been, if you stayed down
Got everybody lit, look at the crowd
They jumpin' up and down, they goin' wild
I was down and you counted me out
Look at the time Christopher hang your worth
You can keep it real with me, you don't gotta front
Tom Cruise type shit, I'll pull my own stunts
Ay, Ball Hog, lil' ho, I'm finna be home next month
No cryin', slime, pick your head up
I-I-I-I had to call her a thousand times, she won't pick up
Yes, I'm mad at you slime, why you give up?
Yes, I drive fast all the time, my car get up
My Drac' gon' crunch you, make you do a sit-up
You wan' die? Ain't no problem, we could link up
My Glock not on safety, no, I'm not a mink up
Fried in your city, you know I think 'bout you