Letras
You in my scope, drop dead that's what my sight sees
Fall down, he go to bed, knocked out his white tee
Drop top whipping a Benz and that paint shiny
Optimus I'm in my prime
Jordan in 90's
I'm a soldier hit a jawn with my smith
TEC like a bow hollow tips like the flint
Sprits cologne on my neck she a feen for the scent
Brodie ain't even last he done fell to the TEC
Aint creased my shoes flat box for the toe
Put a clip in his hip now he need that Pepto
Throw it up
Then bring it back hoe
Drop top, in the whip I got them heavy charters
Drop top, with her tits they bouncing Vincent Carter
Send shots, with the TEC, I pray they find his chest
Icin' out my piece I payed 12 like them apostles
I got the whip like I'm carting at full throttle
I'm the shit like I'm Paul Pierce in mid game
I see the future it's 2020 with Gucci frames
My bank account it been feasting while yours is malnourished
I load the clip like a coffee cup call my piece a Keurig
You ain't a fan but your ass and titties are memories
Said you wanted a family give you 10 of me
I'm correcting my vision with master expertise
I'm in her guts and I'm mixing it make a masterpiece
Leave him screaming ain't letting him pass quietly
I'm with a shorty like Nikki like dork diaries
Ice on my wrist so clear it look invisible
Money like the number 0, it ain't divisible
Never get caught won't get stuck in a prison wall
SKELM what I rep, coming cynical
Got my sticks and the mops out
Then he start running, I'm rushin' no Moscow
Up in the drop top, roof off, top down
Posted like a pic on the gram, groupies flock now
Throw it up
Then bring it back hoe
Drop top, in the whip I got them heavy charters
Drop top, with her tits they bouncing Vincent Carter
Send shots, with the TEC, I pray they find his chest
Before I jump em' pick the flowers for his funeral