[ Featuring whothehelliscarlo ]
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Yeah, it's the Jacks
Where we at with, let's get it
I'm on Santa Maria, flashin' back to me
Danny and me and Mariko's alike
Cubs were so bad, I believe if he would've lived
Nigga still would've died
Lucky we was too young to shoot a gun
But I let off a big fifty
It came back with the clip empty
Same way they left a nigga feelin' inside
Whole hood on my collarbone
Knock-knock, ain't nobody home
Servin' knocks, playin' hopscotch
Sippin' Wock-Wock, I'll start a phone
Glock on me, this a double-decker
Junkie with me smoke, but he love to toot
Pockets chunky like the checker
But this big four, Nicki chunky like the suit
Keep campaign, he gon' win arrest
And end up upstate tryna cheat the system
Free Smurg, long live Von, can't even lie
They left the streets hurt from this one
Even wine on first, so gone
In the fast lane like a hubcap
Tryna hold on, I don't talk much
Certain shit just ain't to be spoke on
Still tryna taint a dog like I got a potty trained in on the pee pad
Wifey piss me off down at every night
Still be tryin' not to go to sleep mad
Turn a ho slap into three-halves
Sometimes I wish that it was two of me
The honey come with the brewery
All these ice bars, I got jewelry
Built for it tough, but the rims on the car still forged
Comin' through the gutter, long live my brother, he probably killed yours
Might as well have my youngest spin they strip every time I get bored
Know them peoples got a nigga picture top of they clipboard
But I'm built for it, major pain, nigga, I'm the drip lord
Get you chipped, boy, make it rain, tell that nigga strip for us
Livin' in Detroit, might have to take a life before they steal yours
