Uh
Uh huh
It’s me, niggas
I’m back
What’s good, Conway?
It’s the T2, huh
Uh
Listen
Louis XIII, it’s 1-50 a shot
Where we was popping bottles up and down in the rock
The boy pop bottles like the dude Yung Joc
Call me Money Making Kutter ‘cause your boy getting guap
I know it make you sick to see I’m sitting in the drop
With the candy paint spilling, homie, dripping on the socks
For all of you slow dudes be talking ‘bout chrome shoes
Money over bitches, homie, you know the rules
Bricks of cocaine, yeah I sold a few
I turned one to two, that’s what the soda do
I’m a boss, I don’t shoot no more, that what my soldiers do
I got goons that will off you for an O or two
Yeah they’re starving, dog, they’ll bust the Larkin off
In broad day in anywhere and start walking off
Yeah it’s fair to say the dudes ain’t got it all
And they’ll all shooters, but they ain’t got a ball
Just firearms ready to fire off
I’m a hard nigga, but I’ll be supplying soft
You talking all that wooly shit, but I’m supplying yours
Want to impress me, nigga, then come and buy it all
Listen, I’m in the streets like car tires
Chased by the bitches, loved by the raw buyers
I’ll wave the motherfucking hawk by ya
And have your body looking like you tried to run through some barbed wires
I am on fire, spit and it cause fires
Gun shells, same size as a car lighter
Catch niggas in the crossfire
The AK love reggae, more fire, more fire
It’s nothing, I’ll let the shotty off
Knock a part on your body off, nigga, pick one
Arm, leg, which one, pick one
I’ll let the burner go off ‘til the clip done
Told you the animal back
With the SE G’s, you ain’t got enough ammo for that, nigga
It’s my time, got to wait your turn
Hawk slide across your cheek and your face gon’ burn, nigga
I’m a goon and I don’t even give a nigga dap
Put some money in my hands, you won’t get it back
Give me some work, you’re lucky if I hit you back
It’s mines now, if you want it, come get it back
Put your mixtape out, I’ma finish that
The boy Kannon a beast, you got to give him that
The shit crazy how the game will change you
Damn, you let niggas who you hang with change you?
I’ll stomp a nigga out ‘til I sprain my ankles
Shotgun hit your arm, it’ll hang and dangle
Nigga
Damn
That’s how we do it
1, 2, 3
Hard body
G Shit
Damn
You motherfuckers, man
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Kutter, good looking
Oh
It’s still Street Entertainment, nigga
You thought it was a wrap?
