[Verse 1]
Okay now tell these haters be gone
We on, a whole-nother level
The top is where I belong
Down for whatever
Wrong nigga to sleep on
Someone bring a shovel tell these rappers 'RIP' home
Since I can remember, all I knew was P-stones
Why you think they call me gunner for?
Little homie keep chrome
Put two through your cheek bones
Smoke one on your bitch ass
One hand on my steering wheel
The other one's on your bitch's ass
Yeah nigga I get cash constantly
Catch me in a two door Jag passing cars on Ponce De Le
Young bitch, I'm on bitch
Like Lil Kim in her old days, I'm nasty with it
But I like my bitches bow-legged, know know, ? with it
Yessir, J-O-D-Y B-R double E Z-E
Keep it OG like Eazy E
But I ain't no crip though
Four fifth new clip on my hip so
Don't trip get whipped out your mother fucking seat won't beat tell them niggas 'better get low'
These niggas sweet like ?
I'm killing these niggas like Newports
My stomach's growling, and y'all niggas looking like meatloaf
I do this twenty-four hours
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? cowards
Jody Breeze, aye yeah, that's that nigga
Say you want some weed, aye, pass that nigga
'What you about to do to me?'
Oh, blast that nigga
Now he dead, and that's that nigga