I cant trust a soul, I ride with toolie
I swear that is glued to me
In case some fuck nigga run up tryna do me
Ima get to fucking shooting
I got a Glock, that bitch hot, time to trade it
Niggas really mad cause I done made it
And I get paper
They cant get nathin
Cross me, bitch, see you later
That nigga cross me, he gone need God
Ride up on 4-6 and heat their block
But they aint out there
We dont ever see them
Bitch, my .45 wanna meet them
But Im rich, let me T down
Cuz Im Td up
Off reefer
I still feel this flat
But I just popped two Xanax
This that Xanax music
This that flat music
This that go-and-get-your-gat music
This that get-it-cracking music
This for my white boys that be going hard
Fucking thots like porn stars
Smoking on that dope
We dont smoke that fucking bubble gum or Girl Scout Cookies
Bitch I dont want no pussy, I want top
Top me then Ill leave your car
Go back, where the fuck you came from
You know what my name was, my name is Almighty
And Im hardbodied
I aint scared of nobody
My gun dont fear nobody
Let it blow, my gun dont hear nobody
Or see nobody
But it will air somebody
Shoot your ear off, buddy
Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy
I dont snort coke, I dont do molly
I dont sniff dope, I dont do nothing
But smoke trees
I just get high
Get high till I damn die
Niggas hating on me, I dont know why
But you know I got my .45
Tadoe got the 4-O
Get him off a flat, Remy and Patron tho
And he at your door
Causing commotion
Knocking shit over and down
Blowing down your trees, ayy
Blowing down your kitchen, blowing down your knees
And he blowing down your feet and your top
I bet to death he will not
Where your pounds and your bucks? And your bricks?
Where your bitch?
So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit
Why? cause I got that good dick
She suckin on this dick
Guess what, she lovin on this dick