Point

You ain't do it by ya lonely, damn
You ain’t gon' stay down, man, he folded
I really thought that nigga was my homie
You ain't do it by ya lonely

Two tone Glock and it’s customized
Baby choppa on me, came from the Russian guys
Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside
Standing on me, they like: Who brought the gun inside?
Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes
Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime
Mini uzi gon' blow like a dandelion
I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again
I'm feelin’ like 50, I’m rollin' wit many men
Kaydoo wan’ hop out that mini-van
Spin on his block, I ain't talkin' no ceiling fans
Me and Lil Dre, backdoor that crib again
Big drums, we ain't playin’ wit' instruments
Here they come, got 12 tryn' blitz again

Ruger or Glock, which one should I pick again?
These niggas not trappin', they just tryna' fit in
Catchin' plays like I play for the Redskins
Mask down, send a shot at yo' head band
Now that lil' nigga a dead man
Hit em wit' Pakk in the trap like the mailman
Scoob hit a jugg for ten bands
(Woooo)
This trappin' ain't (you)
I slide in a (coupe)
I'm off a bar on the (moon)
These niggas never gon' (shoot)
I heard she was loving the (crew)
And you still loving her (ooh)
These niggas not real but you (knew)
(I thought you knew, I thought you knew)

Two tone Glock and it's customized
Baby choppa on me, came from the Russian guys
Stay in the trap, no, you can't come inside
Standing on me, they like: Who brought the gun inside?
Look at me now, I'm feelin' like Busta Rhymes
Smoke out the pounds, come and shop anytime
Mini uzi gon' blow like a dandelion
I'm on the drugs, I can't feel again
I'm feelin' like 50, I'm rollin' wit many men
Kaydoo wan' hop out that mini-van
Spin on his block, I ain't talkin' no ceiling fans
Me and Lil Dre, backdoor that crib again
Big drums, we ain't playin' wit' instruments
Here they come, got 12 tryn' blitz again

I hope these drugs will never end
I got yo' bitch we bagged her friends
I said, oh no, when it jammed
I was shooting, that chopper said, woah