Текст песни
I will molly whop your hip-hop, smoking at my pit stops
Digging through the Ziploc baggie, Black Maggie
They love me when my shit drops
With my cousin Rhyme-a-Dude in the Caddy
MP4 wheels, you roadkill
I got it locked like swimmer winners with gold grills
On the block like trigger spitters and dope deals
And get it on the road still
They don't wanna see a child flourish
They'd rather see him malnourished
Finally get something and make another wild purchase
Fuck that, my experience fist style perfect
Wild worth it, never crowd surf it
Planted on the ground surface
These other rappers don't concern me, I'm too busy being G
My uncle told me be all I could be
So now I be everywhere repping for the D
You better have cheddar near fucking 'round with me
If I'm going anywhere, you're dropping down to feet, believe that
You don't wanna step outside with me
Because baby, I will kick your ass!
I will haymaker your playmakers
Spray fakers out the window of a gray Blazer
Puff that, stuff that, put you on cloud nine
You regulars please get out the loud line
Your eyes don't lie, fresh pair of Timbs untied
Damn, you still here?
Somehow this doesn't feel fair
I keep steel near every time I go outside
My head's on a swivel, fam said he had issues, he never lied
The whole hood's petrified, it's like looking in the devil's eyes
So I cock that steel and level guys
'Til the death we ride, we never hide
So they got me checking my weapon
'Cause they're disrespecting a second
And we not the kind you terrorize, terrified
Smack regret out the side of your neck
This here you gotta respect, hear me?
Act leery and experience firsthand your man's black fury