[Verse 1]
I'on talk too much, I'mma make that dope
I'mma codeine fiend, I ain't talking to devils
Me and my metal, I be hanging out the windows
I ain't banging on the wall, I don't play instrumentals
Shit, I be playing that job I don't fly mental
Bass in your Honda, put the bass in your rental
Tell the bitch throw back but I'm only moving forward, foe
Where you from? The trunk
Came straight from the border, border
I'm at your hoe and I dipped my quarter, my quarter
Boy killing everybody shit like slaughter, slaughter
Give them that water and shit got dark, dark
I'mma get my nine, I'mma shoot like fifty
Southside bah aye don't play fuck with me
On that bih were the dope come with me, on that bih with a ride in the hemi
Shoot out the window get popped like a pimple
Get shot in your rental
Hoes they come I ain't dying today, I ain't dying today
Don't get shot til' the block go away
(Block go away)
(Block go away)
(Block go away)