(Firzt back like he left or something) Yeah, uh Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today Slap a 7 right on my back say I'm feeling like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today Hop out I'm gon' park the whip If they move we sparking it Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick I tell em' that talk cheap Tell a bitch I don't talk freak Every time I talk she get to tweeting it's like talk tweet She like nigga you lied to fuck Told her I just talk sweet She gon' probably tell her bitch ass brother he don't know we spark heat I be chillin' I don't spark beef I be in my own zone and my whole gang be on defense I got layers like the ozone Gotta get past level one to get to level two Trip, I pull the glick out She asked me was I friendly Got to the room I pull my dick out And she dropped to my knees I got to thinking she got a big mouth Said fuck it, put my dick up told that bitch this was a stick up And if she think about moving then that lil' bitch gon' get hit up Know where we at just come and get us Ain't nobody fucking with us Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today Slap a 7 right on my back say I'm feeling like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today Hop out I'm gon' park the whip If they move we sparking it Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick Told em' I don't talk to pigs I don't speak oink oink Caught em' lackin' in the car Knock em' off point point Never thought my music be on TV this soon but I point choice Bougie bitch I ask her what car she wanna ride she point Royce Sicko I keep a glicko Oh me oh my He try it then he gone die No excuse I wanna see em' fly If it's birds we gone get em' by My right hand man say how I told em' to look at the sky He said what nigga on a plane Told em' just stick to mary jane I got rid of all my problems I ain't gotta deal with shit If we leave his mama crying she just gotta deal with it Sent a letter like you'll be okay Tryna hit her she be with Tae And just because her ass fat don't mean I'll eat the cake Talkin' about hits I could drop a hit and get you hit today Yesterday I won't on my shit but I'm on my shit today Slap a 7 right on my back say I'm feeling like Vick today They say it's dog food in they hood well we gone blitz today Hop out I'm gon' park the whip If they move we sparking it Broski be so chill he catch a body he a spark a spliff I grew up 'round hot heads tryna burn a nigga just for talking shit When we catch that nigga in person he be stuttering get to talking quick