Lyrics
For all the times that you cocked it back and sprayed
And all the clubs you lit up using no aim
And all the lives we lost, no more that I can take
Robbing the poor when you could be robbing the bank
That's why I never wanna ride alone
Cause as long as I gotta whip, all you can see is C notes
Then you unleash the evil
I didn't always wanna buy the chrome
But you gave me no other choice but to go and cop a Beretta
Just in case I'm set up
My cousin won't fight you and he fights everyone
No, he'll rather light you up so he can make it home
You the type to catch me at the light
See a lick and up that pipe
Well, damn, I know
Get Smith and Wesson on the phone
Cause if you like to aim your blick that much
Well maybe I should keep it by my belt
And if you think my bros are lacking, trust me, buddy
They got Rugers on the shelf
If you pull it out, better use it, don't pump fake
Cause you'll soon realize that was a mistake
Don't wanna beef with gang, they serving wagyu steak
But we stay out the way, it's already enough on our plate
That's why I never wanna ride alone
Cause as long as I gotta whip, all you can see is C notes
Then you unleash the evil
I didn't always wanna buy the chrome
But you gave me no other choice but to go and cop a Beretta
Just in case I'm set up
My cousin won't fight you and he fights everyone
No, he'll rather light you up so he can make it home
You the type to catch me at the light
See a lick and up that pipe
Well, damn, I know
Get Smith and Wesson on the phone
Cause if you like to aim your blick that much
Well maybe I should keep it by my belt
And if you think my bros are lacking, trust me buddy
They got Rugers on the shelf