Intro

Run yo shit, bitch

That's right, bitch

You done fucked up real bad

And I'mma tell you why

Cause if you look behind me you ain't gon'

See nothin' but a row of black trucks

Oak on steering

Leather on dash

Velvet on seat

With the smokey windows and the big

Face screens in the back of every chair

We got all black trucks, baby

Look like charcoal dipped in diamond chipped candy with the big flakes

Sittin' on 27 inch rims

Which is enough to give anybody who ain't a playa a bloody nose

Show you how we stay on our toes

See this motherfucker right here?

See this motherfucker mean muggin' you, ready to blow yo shit out?

That's Cell Block

You gon' have to run them shoes, player

Yeah, and that motherfucker right

There with his hand on his waist line

That's my homie known as Bullet

You don't wanna know him

What that watch like, pimpin'?

Motherfucker sittin' on the hood of

The car over there, shinin' the gat

Foe Foe, bitch

What up, y'all?

I'm lettin' ya know

Hey, somebody run his pockets for me, y'all

That right there? That's my homie Sawed Off

They don't call him that cause it's a clever name

Call him that cause of the tool he use to put yo ass in the ground

Man, you lookin' at my arm, dog?

This right here? This my dog Full Clip

Known for emptying all full clips

And reloading 'em

Hey, take them motherfuckin' pants off, son

This player right here is my homie Converse

And he straight from the streets

Believe me, you don't wanna see him

Take off them jewels, man

Run that

And this motherfucker right here?

This Lil' Shank

You gotta watch his ass, man

He been known for stabbing off in people necks

Yeah, let me get yo neck, dog

And I'mma tell you who I am, motherfucker

I'm Sweet Daddy Coconut

And the way you lookin' at me gettin'

Me real upset in this motherfucker

So I'mma go ahead and step back and let the

Psychopathic Rydas get in that ass, bitch