20 Sack Yo-Yo

Damn, I got that 20 sack

Freakin' a funky dope style, a woman's got to claim a
Name, it's a shame, 21 with a (A?)
Under the seat, it's kept neat
In case a fool try to creep in (?) sleep
See, I'm smokin' on that indo, sometimes get me blunted
The gangstas in my hood see these (?) and they want 'em
My windows are tinted, I got my seat laid back
My Jeep's a 4x4 but it rolls like a Cadillac
Through the dips and the swerves
My music is heard, you could swear this bitch was Iceberg
Chillin' and I'm feelin' and I'm sippin' on some Remy, all nice
All night, 'til we get out a light
Buck buck buck on yo ass, motherfucker
I'll ventilate your ass on the grass, motherfucker
You never saw a girl draw fast and blast
Got my homies in the back with ski masks
And a 20 sack

Damn, I got the 20 sack

After I blast and I dash to the pad to stash
My Glock, don't wanna get stopped by the cops
Just had to get that crooked nigga off for me
He thought he was bout to take my property
I pulled the gat from my holster
Aimed it, blew his brains on the wall like a poster
Just Lench Mobbin', Lench Mobbin'
Lench Mobbin' pack a .38 so your dealer's squabbin'
Rock you till you're better, better chew on the (?)
You can't play with my yo-yo but you already know that
I got to keep these niggas in line
I got seventeen rails pointed at your spine
Make you bow down like (?) don't make me shoot ya
If you ain't down with the Yo, then I'll boot ya
Always rappin' down, I peel the cap and
Fuck daddy mack and fire up a 20 sack