Yea that boy tried to run but we caught em
Got the blicky you know that we shot em
Spitting heat man I'm stuck in the sauna
I got the killers man who wants the problems
F*cked up you know that I'm counting these commas
Then after that ima f*ck on your mama
Run up the stacks Yeah I run up the guala
Yeah that Cash Cordell got a lot of
Man I gotta rap I don't got no options
Why is that pussy nigga steady talking?
Make his bitch wet like a faucet
If you seen me with her then I tossed her
If we catch that nigga we gon walk him
Yo bitch she's all on my dick yea she's gawking
Cordell I don't do no flocking
I'm on the phone with your b*tch; she keeps calling
Yo bitch she likes my eyes;
She said I'm pretty
Told that little bitch to get in with me
Niggas they say that I'm stiff
When I load up the clip
Then they know I get shifty
If I run down then I'm leaving him shitty
Cordell he known in the motherf*ckin city
Me and my b*tch just like Bobby and Whitney
These niggas mad at Cordell cause he winning
Ima run it up
No we don't do 1 on 1's
Wock up in my double cup
No I do not give a f*ck
My niggas ready to beef
He want the cancer we leave them deceased
Just like im curry I shoot with a 3
After I nut a little bitch know I'm gon leave
NDA signing just like its a lease
I get on the gas when I roll up my weed
I smoke all the gas Yeah I puff on that weed
My granny and mama yeah they hate to see
I'm stacking and stacking this cash for all of my bros You know all my dawgs they gon eat
No i ain't 3B
But you know I'm shooting this clip until that young Nigga can't breathe
Yo hoe yea she likes what she sees
Wake up you know lil Dell he finna geek
We leave that nigga dead all in the streets
If you bitch with me you know I'm gon keep
DAMN
