Lyrics:

f/ Tini







Hook: Tommy Wright







Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split



Die nigga die nigga die nigga die,



Got a big clip wid a Jason mask



(4x)







[Verse 1: Tini]



Jealous bustas dwell, what the hell, it is me finally



Welcome to the game so glad that you came



No longer vampin' from the scene missed Tini



Nineteen-tini five wid the solo



Told you I was gonna creep, so here it is God damn



Everybody gotta put a hold on they tape



cause the muggin' family is goin' to the top man,



Peepin' robbin' chiefin' everyday life of a thug,



Gimme love, robbers steady creepin' to the east



A quarter after eleven it's almost that time for the leprechaun to creep



Tini just in back get my gat plus my back pack



Creepin' up from out the dark I gotta get'cha fool



Seven Jason masks wid the buckshots and the anna cannons



How in the fuck can I lose?







Hook (4x)







[Verse 2: Tini]



Grippin' on my glock, lookin' down my block,



Seein' what's up by the bump,



Before I hit the track get my back pack



makin' sure I got another clip for my gat when I rat-tat,



Did you see me?, hocus pocus in the dust



from the quickness I be ventin' never seen,



It's a drought, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the cops



I'm a robber so let me count my green,



Two fifteens, bumpin' in my trunk, detachable face partner



Chevy thang wid green oxy trevols spark it wid the vogues



wid the gold stole from the white folks,



Slowly I approach, to the car,



Smack you buck up bitch and get yo ass out



Open up the door, fuck the kids, shoot the dad kill the mommy



Your ass shouldn'ta stopped at the red light



Got a Lexus, and it ride so smooth



Finna dodge this motherfucka 'fore I give it up



Got it right into the chop shop



Then it's downtown ridin' from the po-pos where I'm never found



Then I turn it in, seven Gs in my pocket flat



got a fat knot swellin' from my right thigh,



Keep a hustle anyway I can, to the night I die stay high,



No lookin' back, danger lurks and it hurts



if it catch, then I bet'cha that it's me too,



Don't set to rinse say what'cha gonna do



Cause when you slip don't make a move,



It's kinda sad though, they got me mad into the game



and when it's time I'm steady bustin' at my jealous friends,



Got a guage, hangin' out the window,



Niggas in my neighbourhood sippin' on Hen







Hook ('til fade)