Lyrics: Amir McIntyre
Music: Amir McIntyre
Yeah, chops out
We gon' lay the block out
Ouu, ahh
Hey, ahh
Niggas, they be capped out
20 kills, I done fragged out
New bands touched
Went from Vans to...
Balenciagas on kicks now
Ran up, he get ran down
Body bags, it's a man down
Oh, oh
It's a man down
I just asked my b***h, "Where we standing?"
It ain't working out, wish that I ain't plan shit
Man, I'm running routes, b***h I'm wide receiver
Bad b***h count money now, pop out showing clevage
Heaven, hell like up or down?
Find out when choppa sound
This shit hold 10 rounds, 20 rounds, 30 rounds
**** it, 50 rounds
B***h, it ain't nothing, get 'em gone
Wanted it all along
B*****s wanna see my downfall
Kyn said, "Everytime that she text she ignore"
Hoe got hella coke, she finna blow her nose galore
It was me and Siah in dat cut we tammat some "Oh Lord!"
Years go by, we over
I don't really play the games and shit, oh
I got a ****ing life to live
I ain't no damn kid no more
Nigga crashed out 'bout a ****ing b***h, caught that nigga cryin' on the floor
How you gon' say you woke? You sleep on me
Niggas be biddin' like Joe, b***h