USP-S pistol in my holster
Different types of drugs, I organize 'em in some folders
Think I'm 'bout to blow like I'm a mortar
He don't want no smoke, look all around me, I got soldiers, soldiers
Way too many bands, like I'm a hoarder
Bum me for a dart, it cost a quarter, quarter
Bunny hoppin' right through mid
I'ma find you, kid, one tap, then it's over
Ask me how I got it, it was simple
Talkin' down on me, that chopper pop you like a pimple
Beat him in the street, I'm throwin' hands like I'm Kimbo
Shawty give me top, I shoot my nut like it's a missile
Green, green, green, all I see inside my wallet