Street thugs they talking shit. About glocks with 40 clips. When they miss homie i hit, I trow up and i aint sick. You kissed my ex? How taste my dick. Try to catch me but im to quick, Quickdrown ya`ll better quit. Give my money and i won`t split. Yeah... Dont see me only hear a Click"ah.. Crazy shit like i live a trip yeahh.. Dont talk bitch just strip ahhh .. Your realy smal like a microchip, Stop talking cuz your ain`t big. Ahh Fuck fake money like tripple six, Ahh.. Missing friends like magic tricks. Ohh.. Fake bitches? Call it magic chicks, Ass money weed its a magic mix. Try to punch me i`m made of bricks, Break your hand but i ain`t give a shit. Im still lonely dont need a bitch, Pull out the 9 if you going snitch. Making my money but still i ain`t ritch, Swimming in pussy i feel like a fish m. Making my millions thats just what i wish.. Didn`t make money so i had to switch, Don`t chill with bitches cuz they always, Squish. Now im here and i don`t give a fuck, Running the Streets cuz i never, Knowed love. Al these bitches they playing, This shit needs to block. Bitches are hating cuz i run the block, Never had luck you still not a, Thug you look angry you need just a hug m. Believe me i wanne live life but its thuf.
