[Hook]
Pullup I’m leavin em pocketless
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin the shadow they followin
Forty up on my wrist
I don’t wanna call my bitch
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em' for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech*
[Verse]
Pull-up I’m takin yo chain away, he want a favor I’m makin' him pay me
Said he gon' fade mе, I’m making em' fade away
I send a shot at thе op by daily/
From the trenches, 40k wita' rocket
I keep it on me I ain’t ever gon' lack
Yeah you got a gun, but never gon' pop it
I'm sendin' a shot leave some holes in his back
Yuh aye
I’m in the city, lil bish Imma pull up and shoot up yo block
You cannot get me, I tag em', they toes looking heavy, I’m leavin' a trap where they walk
51/50 I came wita' beam on the bottom, I see em' and shoot em' a lot
You ain’t no gangsta', lil bish you a pussy, you talking but never gon' shoot at your ops/
Taking your chain away
Causin' a homicide
Talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
Glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
He levitating, I’m leavin' em' petrified/
I flip a check that I cannot deposit
I'm never gon' talk less we talkin wit straps
I’m never gon' lack
If I’m on the block alone bitch you know I Keep that Glock in my bag
*Blech*
Pullup I’m leavin' em' pocketless
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon' deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em' up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin' the shadow they followin'
Forty up on my wrist
I don’t wanna call my bitch
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em' for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech*
Pullup I’m leavin em pocketless
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin the shadow they followin
Forty up on my wrist
I don’t wanna call my bitch
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em' for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech*
[Verse]
Pull-up I’m takin yo chain away, he want a favor I’m makin' him pay me
Said he gon' fade mе, I’m making em' fade away
I send a shot at thе op by daily/
From the trenches, 40k wita' rocket
I keep it on me I ain’t ever gon' lack
Yeah you got a gun, but never gon' pop it
I'm sendin' a shot leave some holes in his back
Yuh aye
I’m in the city, lil bish Imma pull up and shoot up yo block
You cannot get me, I tag em', they toes looking heavy, I’m leavin' a trap where they walk
51/50 I came wita' beam on the bottom, I see em' and shoot em' a lot
You ain’t no gangsta', lil bish you a pussy, you talking but never gon' shoot at your ops/
Taking your chain away
Causin' a homicide
Talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
Glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
He levitating, I’m leavin' em' petrified/
I flip a check that I cannot deposit
I'm never gon' talk less we talkin wit straps
I’m never gon' lack
If I’m on the block alone bitch you know I Keep that Glock in my bag
*Blech*
Pullup I’m leavin' em' pocketless
I keep a Glock in the rocket ship
I get the cash and ain’t gon' deposit it
Open his coffin I’m robbin it
I shoot em' up cuz we not gonna politic
I get the pussy and slaughter it
I ain’t no rookie I’m rounding up novices
I’m castin' the shadow they followin'
Forty up on my wrist
I don’t wanna call my bitch
Find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
Fucking wit the gang, then you better not slip
*Roof*
I been outta range, y’all miss
Take em' for his name, now your body in abyss
Hand up on your chain, saying I been getting rich now
I ain’t ever playing, hellfire in the clip
*Blech*
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