Uh, uh Fuck comin' back with blood, he comin' back with B's Uh, steppin' back from bluff, he gettin' back with 3's Ran him down, he race on feet, and gettin' back in jeeps 40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP's Uh, first you hear them guns, and then you hear them pleas Uh, shots hit him right in the chest, watch him fall right to his knees Uh, 10K for a hit, I gotta watch him bleed Uh, I got pounds for low, fifty bowls in this trunk Uh, switch fuck up his head, they brought his body back Fuck up the streets in a S550, I'm hot like zombie spat A white boy hop in the back of the jeeps, in a Abercrombie hat Yeah Brodie call my phone, happy as hell, 'cause I bought hella guns Put a pound on my block, we ran it up now we got hella funds Free Dudey out that can, OGZK, he made them all run Niggas lucky I ain't have it way back then, I would of caught one Now we got the switches on deck, this ain't no regular gun Big ol' chain on my neck, with a Rollie on my arm Put the check on ya neck, if I want you dead, you gone Ya mans had died in that cab, and he get mentioned every song (Rah Rah) (Ha-ha, Rah Rah) Yeah I know I can't trust a bitch because she still Vicky She made it's holes in my shirt, it's cool it's still Ricky I just poured up a four, she see it in my face Yeah, fuck-nigga don't owe money, hell nobody, no cash What, we just spin back inna hunnid, double that on my dash Yeah, she said: Oh my God, Ts, do not crash What, I ain't have time to fuck, so she gave me head to last Fuck comin' back with blood, he comin' back with B's Uh, steppin' back from bluff, he gettin' back with 3's Ran him down, he race on feet, and gettin' back in jeeps 40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP's