[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Uh
(Top, nigga)

[Verse 1]
Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas
I ain’t never blow the whistle
Still see all my hoes official
Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah
Can't tell me shit ’bout nothin' he said, he'll leave you dead, I know my nigga
We make hot, exotic rentals
When you see that window roll down
Don't fight back 'til that pole sound
This KelTec could knock hoes down
Bitch, get up out the way
Youngin sixteen, that's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim
Hold on, swing that frrt and blow out flames
We gon’ fight these cases with tactics, we don’t give no names
4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains
Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas, these niggas gon’ die they touch my fuckin' chain
Mhm

[Chorus]
Kickin' shit, mhm
I hit that bitch, mhm
I kick my stick, mhm
I'm with that shit, that mhm
Got hella racks, mhm
Big-ass gats, mhm
Foreign whips, mhm
My bitch got a big old ass, mhm
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