You can hear that hot shit, we really pop shit
When we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit
Who got the keys to the locksmith? I'm finna flock shit
Y'all be all up on my dick like this gon' make y'all profit, look
Hit his mata-ta, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na
I don't beef with Gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga
Grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha
Nah, nah, nah, I don't want the block, I want the ZaZa
Are you dumb? You ain't spin a block, you a damn lie
Suck a dick, you ain't kill shit, you let your mans die
Tell me you not feelin' shit 'cause we was killin' shit
'Member days when we was hittin' shit, don't want to reminisce
Look