Lyrics
Gather round, gather round kids
I want you to shut the f*ck up and listen to this
f*cked up ass on your mother f*king tape
Jimmy sit your fat ass down
Thinking of a master plan, tryna hit it late
All my young nigga we be wrapping up the breaks
No kinda failure, we too legit to quit
Tryna run up in my spot we had to split some wigs
Wigs is fun, for my pun
Yo, yo tryin' to stack a body honest
Shipping them out, give em to me
Tell your friends here's no potent
they just wanna flex tho' posting, moving all the way
Cost of moving all the way
So avoid a pack
He got lit out of the interstate
Ay oooh, spread your face, oooh
Eat the case, aaaay ooh
Open your safe, aah ooh
Do as I say aaah, ooooh
NIggas in the projects still
Whipping up the Pyrex still
Hey, my younger just wanna see a mil
don't give a fuck who they gotta kill. aaay
Junkies still calling so we still balling
We own the kush and alcohol yeah
Moms out there, kids are still starving
Gotta lock the gun in the glove compartment
Practice getting out the way
One fall make it twice
Niggas getting shot on sight
Try to rob and you get sniped
Yeah, she get wild wild thoughts
fuckin' with me
She go down, down baby on her knees
Try to stop me on my duty and you get the skids
I'mma slide baby, slide on ya'
5 am in the morning, I'm still jerking on ya' and
My pack's all around me if you're tryin' to go there
Made over a rack off the p, i ain't touch a thing
Made over a rack off the p, you ain't peeped this game
Now it's time to show up, I ain't never froze up
Strapped in I show up, i show her
So i'm like Aisha, we thieves of the night ya'
Don't come outside yeah, we planning a heist here
Clear it out, give me all a that
then I make a move, holla kinda stag