[Verse 1: Cartel Bo]
Bag in your face, can you see it?
You probably ain't got the right knowledge
Me I see it and can't do without it
They make it sound good but they ain't 'bout it
No problems in Houston, them niggas got it
Hear it's best to invest in a pocket rocket
I groove when I move, niggas too sloppy, she fuck with papi
You know me boss, you see at the land level like takin' the top shit
Watch how you come, better adjust your posture
Keep me a nina to knock off your nostrils
Life kind of got a crip cockin', money runnin' all through my body
My feet personally compatible with these Versace
You like them shit coppies, crip I can't rock it, money stop it
Niggas lost they niggas, spinners when I think about it
On Hoover, I can't ride around with no wanksta
Ain't bustin' shit but he is a buster
Genetic coding show signs of a gangster
The AK fuck up your molecular structure
FN a new potential customer, fuck him
Before I back and forth discussion, I bust him
Was shootin' in the ass, face in the puddle
I only aim above the neck and miss nothin'
He ridin' around with a TEC and he tucked it
Shootin' started, got to praying and ducking
Why he playin' with the muscle on muscle
I guess he was lookin' for a blessing, they fucked him
The Houston niggas ain't gon' play with you buddy
We'll shoot at you off a tray full of muddy
I'm crip but movin' on a play by the study
That bullshit you comin' with ain't gon' cut it
Bag in your face, can you see it?
You probably ain't got the right knowledge
Me I see it and can't do without it
They make it sound good but they ain't 'bout it
No problems in Houston, them niggas got it
Hear it's best to invest in a pocket rocket
I groove when I move, niggas too sloppy, she fuck with papi
You know me boss, you see at the land level like takin' the top shit
Watch how you come, better adjust your posture
Keep me a nina to knock off your nostrils
Life kind of got a crip cockin', money runnin' all through my body
My feet personally compatible with these Versace
You like them shit coppies, crip I can't rock it, money stop it
Niggas lost they niggas, spinners when I think about it
On Hoover, I can't ride around with no wanksta
Ain't bustin' shit but he is a buster
Genetic coding show signs of a gangster
The AK fuck up your molecular structure
FN a new potential customer, fuck him
Before I back and forth discussion, I bust him
Was shootin' in the ass, face in the puddle
I only aim above the neck and miss nothin'
He ridin' around with a TEC and he tucked it
Shootin' started, got to praying and ducking
Why he playin' with the muscle on muscle
I guess he was lookin' for a blessing, they fucked him
The Houston niggas ain't gon' play with you buddy
We'll shoot at you off a tray full of muddy
I'm crip but movin' on a play by the study
That bullshit you comin' with ain't gon' cut it
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