(Henry, you ate this one) (Cxshmxde) Are they ready? You know I be askin' 'cause I don't wanna be just take off Bitch I'ma give you a fair fight, let's do it What? What? Nigga, Top, bitch What? What? Ayy Straight out the top of the coupe Ayy, we be on that smack a nigga shit all day (what it is? Blrttt, Bah, Bah, Bah) You hear me? Northside 38, 4KT, pussy-ass niggas Look, look, look Who the fuck you plan on spinnin' on? Bitch, I'm a boss and I get off Me and my youngin walk you down I don't wanna talk, let's bang it out I'm paid to pop that shit on songs My gangster bitch who found his home My gangster bitch drove, Pistol P when he was bangin' with that chrome Nigga, ah-ha, what you said? Bombs overhead, nigga go, blrrt Have Vultures at your head Cutters when we move, cutters in the trunk, nigga, cutters by the bed Nigga take a rifle and they snipe 'em, get it through his head Gangster, how we fuckin' played Ayy, we be thuggin' bad, the police wanna come raid some (ayy) Opps know we cut up bad, get on they ass and stain some Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs 9s, Smith & Wessons, . 40s, nigga, and we got XDs Out the window, I'm gon' squeeze this rapper, leave with this machine All black Geedawees we in the streets, tryna pin some to the seat On the curb we swerved and rock out, I tell Trell: Fly to me Fuck a nigga, I ain't never worried, I live my life like c'est la vie With this stick, I plan to kill Nigga, stop the whip, we can get on feet The stock on flip hangin' on your waist Let's hop in here, I'ma make shit bleed Come off the hip, take off his face Another smacked 'em, youngins trill I been playin' 'em all close, I want 'em killed, fuck 'em I been plannin' all year, I want 'em drilled, fuck 'em Nigga, bring your ass in here, you know we clutchin', what we got? Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs 9s, Smith & Wessons, .40s, nigga, and we got XDs Nigga, what the business is? (Ayy) Who the witness is? I'll get you fucked good by a thot and get your stupid ass killed, boy Press who? We packin' steel, boy Control the gutter with these cutters Free my motherfuckin' Vulture, thug, I love you (blrrt) What we got? Choppas, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, we got 'em Choppas, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, we got 'em Choppas, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, we got 'em Choppas, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, nigga, yeah (Henry, you ate this one)