Picture the world
Oh, sound repairs
Sounds like a love song
Sounds like a love song

Right, right, right
She know I thug different
The way I'm pushin' P, she want to ride
She like the way I steer the wheel

And be clutching' on my Glock
She don't like the way I be steppin' in the streets
She tell me stop, but this glizzy in my hand
It's time to let the switchy fly

Now it's Momma cryin
Tears cause she ain't get to say goodbye
I told Benji get in that V
Cause he was down to take that ride

He was dissin' on lil low
We hit his neck and then he died
He was walkin' down that hill
Can't say his name, but he got fried

But your bitch be on my dick
I be lyin' if I said she wasn't
We be strolling down your block
We spin again, we send a dozen

And these niggas, they be cappin
In they raps, but I ain't bluffin
Ain't no shame in my game
I hop out, hit him broad day

If he really want hoop, I grab the guys
And shit to say
Send that bitch to get that drop
Then we watch his body lay

Now his sis gon' be cryin
The way we hit him with that K
This a letter to the guys
Ain't no remorse, we let it fly

I ain't good with my emotions
So I let the song cry
I'm like baby keep it P
Cause to Lil Geez you don't got to lie

I used to hate cops and robbers
And I'm still the bad guy
If you dissin' on the guys
You just better have your sco

We got turkey butts and BBLs
We lettin' shit go
And I'm back to switch the flow
Ain't no switchin' on my bro

She be on my dick
But I had to tell her she too Joe
Told this bitch I love the fashion
Had to let my drip show

And this drippin' shit too easy
It be light just like a free throw
Right
And it be light just like a free throw

Right
Right
Right
Right

Right
She know I thug different way
I'm pushin' P, she wanna ride
She like the way I steer the wheel

And be clutching' on my Glock
She don't like the way I be steppin' in the streets
She tell me stop
But this glizzy in my hand

It's time to let this switchy fly
Right
Right
Uh-huh

Right
Right
Right
Uh-huh

Right
Right