Lyrics:

Ya all say you get all to fill that count
Have you get my ninfo?
Hello! Hows this?
Wont sell drug, aint no plug
My back is for ya all planny the thug
Mama call that cause even if dog
Now looking for me looking for bro
That form ooh yeah thats for bust
And in the tuck thirty six on
Three brings, aiin shit, no remix
I drift come back to ached
And its striker, two-two struck out and it aint no fight
Call seller to wide, he now wanna mess out dog
And its ball two million dollar flag
I dont care cuz I make it right back
In the fency days they all in the back
And these niggas, tricking these bitches
Got em all in the truck
Forth, forty eight thats a hobby
High forty eighty thung
Two flex got me thuging
One fleet as a body be my mess smoke body
Now be mine smoke here bobby
We in the game be all famy
Nigga spend ooh my
Nigga spend niggas diam
Four time, nigga say dug nigga when they jam up c
Come ..for the pounds up
For the grime I one be and get it run out
How this snitch doing far round
like I smoke five blunts
I can have all the bricks I want
I can have all the guns I want
Nigga have want they want
Out of side out of map
Hit shut then Im out of time
Bullet take get you out of ball
Whole hood let you out of bounds
None day, ninety underground
You wanna stug nigga underground
Anybody know you are around
Anybody know Im a problem child