[Intro]

Oh no, no, oh no, no

Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

I play the bullshit from the backseat champ

Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back

Feet back stay from where the fake be at

Niggas snitch for the shine where the patience at

Nigga make his own brother face his back

Give love and take it back

Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back

Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats

Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it

Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him

That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him

Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya

Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing

And watch my step on a wet pavement

Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em

Holly grove holly grove was his last statement

So nigga get that look off your face

And recognize you got a crook in the place

They call me w-e-e crooked letter y I'm so high

I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine

Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch

Leave you bloody with the cops to match

Bullet holes in ya speakers from the chopper blast

Like... ha ha

That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hopping back

It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back

No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this

The clip sink down to the dick

That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy

Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me

When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin'

Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'

While you pussy niggas is sleeping he thinking

Deep in thought the boy ain't even winkin'

Bob marley got me stinking

Stacking figures I'm standing firm life's a slinky

Pipes is filled with crack cocaine

And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came

Though I bear a name only one call live with

Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it

I'm sicker with it

Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill

What you know about a bongo having her mind go

Over a convo about dough

Nothing! man the four wheelers look so good on the sand

Tee or tanktop pocket fan

No pocket knife, no handgun in sight

Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom!

Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price

Cause to each its own and the lights is bright

And I'm feeling like mike at a tyson fight

I'm from cita house big momma's house

She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out

And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot

Hold up the beat might drop

[Outro]

Oh no, no, oh no, no