作词 : Misharron Allen/Tasha Catour
 作曲 : Misharron Allen/Tasha Catour
Ayy, grrah, burr, **** it up
TEC shoot any ***** on some lame s**t
****** tough until they mama with the gang, *****
You got shooters, they ain't shooting with the A team
He a clown, paint his face like some Maybelline
***** lied to me twice, she got two shots
Diddy Bop a ***** ***** up out her Reeboks
187 slidin', listening to Key Glock
Take your bullets and grab a chopper, winter stay hot
Fresh as ****, I'm by myself,
My gang can't leave the state
I eat beats, he eat my ***** like some Frito-Lay
Courtney called me, asked to send a bird, A-okay
Dancing with these bands, feel like Ayo and TK
One young *****, he gon' creep, don't make a sound
Two young ****** posted with two hundred rounds
Three young ****** catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding,
That's a murder, beatin' the trial
I play for the wealth,
You'd rather set your partner up (*****)
Moving like a sniper, who be lacking? Never us
Told me everything about your man so I don't trust
B*****s wanna be down,
They cross you over petty stuff
This that s**t that my young b*****s gon' get wild to
This that s**t, I'm in my zone,
*****, you a cow, move
Facing court, 'cause that lil' *****
Ain't have her mouth mute
I got condos, different cities, with a pink room
I'm a threat to all these b*****s
'Cause I'm getting riches
Switched my flow, I switched my image,
*****, it's tailor-rented
With no makeup I'm the shiznit, I'm the youngest in it
At the free throw, shooters spinning,
Balling start to finish
One young *****, he gon' creep, don't make a sound
Two young ****** posted with two hundred rounds
Three young ****** catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding,
That's a murder, beatin' the trial
One young *****, he gon' creep, don't make a sound
Two young ****** posted with two hundred rounds
Three young ****** catch you and they running down
Four gang members sliding,
That's a murder, beatin' the trial