Drop Sum Quando Rondo

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmo Made It)
(Treyo Snapped)

[Chorus]
Last time I checked, shit, we was cool, I never knew it was pressure
Wait, 'fore you jump inside this coupe, make sure you grab that Beretta
Do what you wanna do, that's cool, but make sure that you move careful
Thirty clip long like a ruler, you know the TEC came with extra
I'm from the bottom of the 'jects so, yeah, I grew up 'round steppers
It ain't no telling what I'm in, Mercedes Benz or a Tesla
We clutch MAC-10's and throw up bands, got thirty shots for a wrestler
Hold on, pussy boy, we up 'bout ten, when we catch y'all, that make twelve up

[Verse]
We live the soldier life mentality
My youngin quick to make a rapper bleed
This that Juvenile, that Boosie Boo back in 2003
This that youngin dump shit, let that drum spit for a half a ki'
This that through the cut shit out a Cutlass, let that hammer speak
Everybody 'round me blue flagging, don't come 'round here, like, where the fuck is y'all passes?
They want some smoke, we steady handing out cancer, like fuck it, slump all they asses
And we slanging iron from West to East back to Cap Street
We let off shots then watch them run like a track meet
Like, what you want? Don't you ask me
I'm trying to put him and his partner on black tees
Whole hundred shots come out the chopper, no acting
Boy, my whole street 'bout that action
Just counted ten with my lil' bitch, stay in Ashley's
Like fuck that bitch, oh, matter fact, her name Ashley