I don't need security, bitch, I keep that drink on when I stillNiggas, bitches, they'll talk about you, but never say how they feel* a gang, and if you walk with me, don't cap, just keep it realI ain't gon' speak on what I did, just ask know how that hot * feelLeave them stainless with a still, bro, them head * for realCall no shots, but if you * with me, lil' boy, I get you killedWho you kill, bitch, be for real, bitch, we winning in that fieldAll that niggas do is rap, his ass ain't never did a drillCOD confirmed to kill, spin a nigga, streak for realThem killers came like they was vets, I think they in the neighbor's cell4-8, just crack the cell, move, get high, that chopper feelOne of asses, bitch, that's that, but that nigga dead for realBeen a nigga block, the window's down, but I like jumping outYou clap first, I'm still coming, bitch, we just gon' spark it outRun the opposition down and knock his * tonsils outLil' bro smooth as ass, that nigga dead, that's what that chopper vibeWe ain't ducking, *, we just gon' spark it out*, bitch, what it is, let's bring them choppers outPull up to his crib, that's where he live, oh yeah, we poppin' outAin't no questions asked, bitch, I'ma blast, they know I'm rockin' outWhen it's chopper flash, boy, that's your ass, ain't * to talk aboutBitch, let me log offJump out on him, try to knock his glove offHe hang with them, * it, knock his dog offMan, them niggas ain't no killers, man, they all soft30 in the clip, don't get your ass dogged, whoaDraco spit, sevens, chiefs, two of these bitches head hoPop a knot, the cut, we cut it offI'ma clutch and let that lens fallI'ma aim and hit his head, I hit his back, my aim deadI can drill, I call to odd, but he ain't died, man, my feelingsGo double back and clap his ass tonight, this nigga in my mentionsBoy, you lovin' on that thot, she eatin' dick and you call feelingsLike my people on the mix, you test her back and I'm like, really?Lost my mind when I lost Rallo, lost my heart and all my feelingsPrice is goin' up, I'm bigger now, that fee gon' cost a ticketI be so high, I'm in the sky, I * around and beat up babiesHe duckin' *, I be outside, I keep my drink, oh, bitch, I'm livin'I can drill, I spit, sevens, two of these bitches head ho