For the niggas that feel played tell them bitches come and creep i been riding with a 223 this bitch under the seat
And ion got no friends told lil Qua this shit for him everybody swear they shooter but ain't never in the gym
Shoot at me won't make it far
Probably end up inna gar
Ducking low behind this tint
Spin my block you got me bent
Keep it a stack you know I'll hurt yah
Nigga These bulldogs go through curtains
Let off shots I'm hitting opps
Only running from the cops
I'm seeing green yeah i can't stop
Marching band right on yo block
Last night i hit with 5