You say you flippin' dope in the trap with your hoe? But see, I'm 'bout that murder Catch a body with the burner, talking this and that Triple six in the sticks with a Soulja rag $Uicide B-O-Y, ain't no compromise Walking 'round looking like I'm from Columbine Homicide's glorified on my side of town Better have protection if you fucking walking 'round Me and Oddy catching bodies, then we rolling gaudy Always foggy when I'm creepin', black all on my body You say you driving Maserati, but I call your bluff Always murder, then I rob 'em, money ain't enough No, money ain't enough Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shouldn't just Take this Nine and plead the fifth, but on my life I will protect I don't rock for selfish niggas, . 45 all in your chest I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset You think you're hard, homie? Boy, you say you with the shits Until the dogs hit your door, you'll run all them chips Was hatin' now ya on the floor, ya' partners gon dip Then put them lights in his eyes, bury a snitch I'm moving Hector he just playing with it, he pussy A couple bands'll have ya layin' still, don't push me The Hustle God ain't with the chitter-chatter Boy, what's happenin'? We talkin' - well boy, we can make it happen, it's nothin' Back in all black, bitch, give me that backpack Fill it with a sack and a stack, and that's that crack in the pack Bitch, I need to backtrack, real talk, need a trackback? I'ma need the cash, I'ma need the weed, need to ash I'ma need the green, that's dope and money, smoking honey All Mac pack in a black Cadillac, ain't no thing funny Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting, stick yo hand out, I'll start slicing Advising sacrificing all you lice, and I start pricing I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise, I'm icin' Sprite and Lean Enticing me 'till I K. O., I might be Ty