This shit 60 seconds, bitch, you know I'm bout to rip it
We ain't never bitchin', we just handle business
Eyes, ears, mouth closed, we ain't never snitchin
We them niggas throwin' shots, better get to dippin'
Bitch, we got them guns out, if you wanna get smoked
It ain't shit to put them guns down, we can throw a fist though
But that's only if you wanna
Got a gun on my side, this shit really singin' like it's Gunna
I really can't wait for them days that I'm really in a huma huma
Bullets, yea they rain on your brain, need a umbrella
Got my brothers any weather
Yeah, I promise bitch, we gonna get this shit together ain't no partying
Bitch, we tryna get them funds
Getting shit done,
Giving hollows out like it's candy do you want one?
Bitch, you got me fucked up
How the fuck you try to line me?
Man, that nigga bluffed up
He ain't never shot nobody
We up on the E-Way
All gas, no brake, music on that replay
Run it like a relay