If he run up on my potna, that nigga get popped like a zit
Them niggas sippin' on 'Tussin, my niggas is sippin' on Tris
Remember we didn't have nothin' lil nigga, we didn't have shit
Bitch I stayed down for the come up, like bitch I was meant for this shit
We buyin' all type of ammo, 'cus we havin' all type of blicks
He got lit up like a candle, we light up his motherf*ckin' wick
Bullet holes all in his panel, we beat up his motherf*ckin' whip
I'm clutchin' my grip like a handle, I'm ready to push up wit' stick
We made him flip, just like a sandal
Rockin' all red, just like I'm Santa
And I feel like the shit, like Baby Santana
And my shooter go ape, he goin' bananas
The Glock 19 got a red bandana
And my Glock black and white, it look like a panda
And we not sippin' Wock, we pourin' up drop, nigga right in the Fanta
Give that nigga a cape, he tryin' to be brave, like he play for Atlanta
All these bitch niggas hate, these bitch niggas fake, them niggas be snakes too
Nigga we havin' Glocks, and we have a chop, and we got a Drac' too
And my niggas too baked, we rollin' off X, and we sippin' on drank too
Yeah that bitch want to be saved, I don't got a cape, so I cannot save you
If he run up on my potna, that nigga get popped like a zit
Them niggas sippin' on 'Tussin, my niggas is sippin' on Tris
Remember we didn't have nothin' lil nigga, we didn't have shit
Bitch I stayed down for the come up, like bitch I was meant for this shit