[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Bro, E, watch out, you ain't even gotta shoot
I'll chase a nigga down in these Huarache shoes
Chris dangerous with that K, he know karate moves
And Rio head fucked up, he'll catch a body too
Got your bitch off Henny, she on molly too
Now she stuck up, we on the road in a rendezvous
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I got some pressed-up pills and some Oxys too
Say the wrong words to me, I catch a body too
Shoot up they crib every day, now they gotta move
I got a 'bow of Platinum Cookie, got it for thirty-two
I got some Pine OG and Gorilla Glue
Fuck a vest, when we slide, you need a body suit
I got a pint of Hi-Tech, but you can't buy my juice
I'm 'bout to pour four fours, I should drink еight twos
And I got a four of Morton Grove and some Quali' too
I'm actin' stingy with the drank, I'm hidin' all my juice
I'm the reason why the prices high to the roof
I got ten grams of dog you can hit with a two
I see you got that gun on you, but is you gon' use it?
Boy, you not gon' shoot it
I'll give you ten bands if you really shootin'
I'm tired of niggas actin' tough knowin' they ain't gon' do shit
I'm finna start snatchin' up kids and get to actin' foolish
Don't be mad at the city, 'cause you made me do this
Take it back to 2010, a young nigga was ruthless
Hoppin' out with two Glocks, actin' real stupid
I'll get up close on a nigga, show you how to do him
I'll put this 40 in his mouth and fuck up how he shootin'
Bro, E, watch out, you ain't even gotta shoot
I'll chase a nigga down in these Huarache shoes
Chris dangerous with that K, he know karate moves
And Rio head fucked up, he'll catch a body too
Got your bitch off Henny, she on molly too
Now she stuck up, we on the road in a rendezvous
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
I got some pressed-up pills and some Oxys too
Say the wrong words to me, I catch a body too
Shoot up they crib every day, now they gotta move
I got a 'bow of Platinum Cookie, got it for thirty-two
I got some Pine OG and Gorilla Glue
Fuck a vest, when we slide, you need a body suit
I got a pint of Hi-Tech, but you can't buy my juice
I'm 'bout to pour four fours, I should drink еight twos
And I got a four of Morton Grove and some Quali' too
I'm actin' stingy with the drank, I'm hidin' all my juice
I'm the reason why the prices high to the roof
I got ten grams of dog you can hit with a two
I see you got that gun on you, but is you gon' use it?
Boy, you not gon' shoot it
I'll give you ten bands if you really shootin'
I'm tired of niggas actin' tough knowin' they ain't gon' do shit
I'm finna start snatchin' up kids and get to actin' foolish
Don't be mad at the city, 'cause you made me do this
Take it back to 2010, a young nigga was ruthless
Hoppin' out with two Glocks, actin' real stupid
I'll get up close on a nigga, show you how to do him
I'll put this 40 in his mouth and fuck up how he shootin'
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