Lyrics
Cruising through the hood tryna see what's poppin
Homie "aye what's good?"
"Got a bag?"
"Just copped it"
Come on homie hop in
Call the crew we mobbin
It's the fucking weekend no the party never stoppin
We gone shut the block down
Take a couple opp's out
Once you in the crew ain't no way that you can opt out
All i do is cop pounds listening for cop sounds
Bitch im a pit y'all small like some dachshunds
All bark no bite
When i see you bitch you know that it's on sight
I hop off the bike
Hit you with the mic
Hit you with the left one and then with the right
Turn out yo lights
Better hope that i don't got that burner
Make a wish you Timmy Turner
Fuck your bitch and don't return her
Might just keep her you don't deserve her
Teach her shit she never heard of
If you got some shit to say then it's gone end in bloody murder