I’ma run up and leave your shell leaking creep up catch you blinking

75 shots somebody slipped you at the spot 9 o’clock when it popped wait patient for the drop

Move G’s the game is low key I ride up slow and drop 3 on the street

Focus with the pistol ahead dealers come up dead I’ m waiting like Tommy with the cannon

Bullets in your mouth will leak a hole in your brain no doubt rinse the blood

Criminal thoughts are savage bodies drop from my automatic set the place ablaze when it’s sta… formatted do it in the open

Wave the pistol out the window this for Don ST. Scalesaveli homie smoking on that indo I be spacing out

Throwing shells at you load the gat plus 2 ready 2 wreck the balance ready 2 crush your crew ready 2 trash your virtues

Put a bullet in your face son leave you dead in the slums number 1 hitter you never even seen my gun all you see is sand dust floating…

Money is the reason that you stepped up money is the reason that you locked up money got the whole block shot up

Cold thieves slam dunk hanging from the tree you run your mouth like Charles Barkley

I aint never going home I had my chance, but now my, visio… A trance, advance As I barrowed through time aging 9

When it’s time to flip hits for chips they can’t hold me when I dominate the middle

Master plan of G’s motivate the thieves I crept along with ease I concentrate on cheese dollars in the breeze

Features from past ancients I left your crew inside a vacant I sent money starved Jamaicans anybody left was over taken