Bitch, I count the money, hella blues in the spot Shorty still a shorty, but he move with the Glock I just wanna show him how to move when it’s hot Bitch, I took a risk and it was glued to the pot Whole lot of hearts and some.2’s in this box Trappin’ on the daily, ain’t no shoes in the box We gonna send some shots and watch him ooze from the top Catch him down bad and he loosing them locks Riding with some demons, all of ’em seeing red Tryna use his legs, that nigga Lieutenant Dan Better use your hands, my nigga been off the meth Or we can use our hands, my fuckers will beat his ass I was fifteen when I lost my dawg Should’ve known that you would cross me, you look like hot sauce In the field fightin’ demons from that shit I saw She suckin’ dick up off the molly, probably get lockjaw And all them niggas say they with it until that shit pop off All my shorties handle business, get that boy knocked off And a nigga might die today with that talk And we left him on the ground to wait for that chalk We got plenty bullets, bitch, I move with a box Niggas get to tweakin’, we put dude in the box R.I.P. my brother, why they go put you in the box? They put [?] in the hole, but he ain’t knew ’til the box So you know my shorty good, you know he straight I fucked two bitches back to back, yeah, that’s a relay I’ve been kickin’ off the Percocet for three days She put a hickey on my dick, I told her, “Switch that,” it’s a replay Niggas get to tweakin’, you know we slide, then we spray My shorties in the cut, so all them shots fire from three ways They call me, we ain’t gotta talk about it, I’m tired of three ways And it’s lonely, all the kings, you know they died to get paid (Get paid)