Get at cha!

Type of shit to make you wanna spin an do a drill

Like im not even sure if you can tell whose in the field

Type of shit to make my brothas laugh

Them tires squeel

You gon do the dash they on your ass you on the meal

I done made a couple stacks n thats a fact more than a mil

All these demons in my head feel like bodies i done killed

All yall pussies rats n yall be pleading for a deal

My homie got caught with that sack its vacuum sealed

N he ain say no names he did his time he kept it real

This opp was spazzin he was lackin he got caught in traffic

But let me bring it back so you can know what really happened

I just got a text n its frm pook he want a big advance

I just did a deal im on the way i got a hundred bands

This my lil brudda he been real so he can have it man

Soon as i pull up it get to bussin im like hold on man

Its midnight i am blind n i cant see shit but the lines