I got a time I gotta know Roll up the window Roll down the window Roll up the window Roll down the window Roll up the window Hand on my dick and my hand on my gun One is for shootin' and one is for fun Niggas trippin' off of 151 Black and mild, burnin' under the sun Black and brown, kids younger, they dumb Stack a town, where your momma know from Gather round, runnin' all of your shit But what did you get? I said it's up, that mean it's stuck Run out of bullets and run out of luck One in the crib, I went one in the trunk One in the tip-off, cause bloody ain't done Step a foot up on the yard and get struck Everyone that grew around was a thug Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough Found his body coolin' out in the club 14 county, 50 cal in the tub Fuck around and shoot the cavalry up Bullets sneezin', we got allergies, we got alibis We got calibers, categorized FN, bitch, capitalized Better record I got sick and tired of lettin' bitches slide If I got the stick inside, if I sniff a scent Smell a lie, smell a bitch, crack a smile Let it rip, let it ride First time, second line, second time, bloodline Third time, even God died Takin' one of mine, I'm on Calorone With a chopper from Columbine Creepin' on a cracker, tryin' to colonize We've got out of this shit Stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick I got a no stick I got a no stick I got a no stick I got a no stick Yeah Bitch, pull up proper Dance to the pussy all salsa I am not from Earth Check what's poured up in a saucer I heard you fell in love with that bitch Check what's fell in love with the chopper Check what's up with motherfuckin' monster I came out the water like a Loch Ness These niggas on the block with no options They smokin' niggas like hot grabber I brought a new stick Came with a new bitch Bought that whole new gig On some music, bitch, it got rich Left these niggas clueless Gotta go with grips, gotta give em whips I don't wanna do shit Nah, I don't wanna do shit Now, hold up, hold up, hold up, check Don't get stagnant, hook girls and models out of these clutches You don't know my neck, bitch, I've been hypin' I ain't internet, these niggas been laggin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, and I still keep a ratchet Spit fire like a R.E.M. pilot Still a nigga, bitch, I feel like Aladdin Me and my white friends gon' get blasted All the day Alright, so check it out You niggas over here talkin' about festivals I'm thinkin' more like invasions You gon' stop playin' on Dreamville's top Gangsta Brazil Like niggas don't run this Pray for me, guys gotta play for me Me and Emma not standing adjacently Thirsty for the clout, talkin' too brazenly Bullet hit his mouth, at least he died tastefully Good Lord has never forsaken me In God I trust, so I get money faithfully Not just occasionally Got to make cake every day like I work for a bakery I know you pussy, the secret's not safe for me You crazy, you think you gon' take from me Not Forks, Thornton, tree plowers like Ork And I call up some niggas, I know that's gon' spray for me Speakin' in cocaine, they tapin' me Let out the whole fuckin' clip, leave a vacant seat I'm out there too with the six on, basically Reppin' more shooters than Rich Paul's agency They get to clutchin', you best get to duckin' Like six, seven niggas, that's dunkin' for Oregon Money so long, if I start in the south And then spread the shit out, it be touchin' like Portland So it's no wonder I'm walkin' with caution I know that God got his grace for me But I still treat a ride through the hood Like a hike through the woods, got a stick that I take with me Stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick I got a gnome stick, I got a gneome stick I got a gnome stick, I got a gnome stick Stick on the shelf, pick up a shelf Lit up a hell, niggas in hell Stick on the shelf, pick up a shelf Lit up a hell, niggas in hell Stick on the shelf, pick up a shelf Lit up a shelf, niggas in hell Stick on the shelf, pick up a shelf Lit up a hell, niggas in hell