[Intro: Krimelife Ca$$]
Snakes, aye
[Verse 1: Krimelife Ca$$ & ABG Neal]
On the block with my mans, tote the Glock in my pants
Throw the rock with my hands, throwing shots, it go blam (Uhh)
[Verse 2: ABG Neal]
Tell that bitch "When I fuck you, don't pull on my braids"
Tell my ex "suck a dick," hope that smut die from AIDS
[Chorus: Krimelife Ca$$ & ABG Neal]
And, my lil' bitch gave me brain, and I skeet on her face
Got my mask and my gloves, so I won't leave a trace
Caught a charge for my grip, and I still beat the case (What? What?)
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape
[Verse 3: ABG Neal]
It's ABG, I bust out .83 and make 'em hula hoop
Who is you? Opps walk past me like they don't know who to shoot
Trap be jumping like a frog, I'm with my dog like Scooby Doo
Bought my Lucky Charm, but the diamonds look like Fruity Loops
[Verse 4: Krimelife Ca$$]
Like, who is who? I bust up out the coupe, I might just shoot at you
He acting tough, I might just have to show him what that Ruger do
And I'm shootin' like the magic, show 'em what that voodoo do
I'm pullin' up with that, it go doo doo doo
[Verse 5: Sleepy Hallow]
Look, watch how that trap jump
Run up on gang, get your ass slump
And I just got neck from a bad one
If you don't know, you better ask some
The blicky's on me, I won't pass none
Them shooters know me, cause I am one
We still scorin', off a and 1
And I fell in love with a handgun
Look, back out, she wanna fuck, tell her, "Not now"
Front on the gang, get you knocked out
Talkin' my name, I'ma pop out
Slide with the set, I'ma hop out (Slide with the set, I'ma hop out, slide with the set)
[Chorus: Krimelife Ca$$]
And my lil' bitch gave me brain, and I skeet on her face
Got my mask and my gloves, so I won't leave a trace
Caught a charge from my grip, and I still beat the case
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape
[Verse 6: Sheff G]
Look, they say, "Sheff G, he pack the tool and screws, play tight, he let it loose"
Look, run up we blastin', ya'll better get out the way, duck like goose
Huh, shooter gang really be scorin' shit, we get the ball, and they tryna lose
Huh, M8V3N gang, we need the dough, get you stuck if you sticky, shots at you
They know who shot his ass
Shot his cousin, ass
Stupid you ain't fast, spot him, and he ran
We gon' spin again
Driller drill again
Act like you ain't know
We gon' send some more
We ain't knockin', we kickin' down the door
Bitch, you need the dough
[Chorus: Krimelife Ca$$]
And my lil' bitch gave me brain, and I skeet on her face
Got my mask and my gloves, so I won't leave a trace
Caught a charge from my grip, and I still beat the case
And I beat on my chest, you could see that I'm ape
