(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)