4th commandment

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's me and chop in this bitch, man) Fsh, ah [Chorus] Big stepper, tracked down, it's triple black leather Bitches still trickin' and I still won't spend a damn penny Fell in love with benzos, don't care if it's 'bout the Xans, K-pens 5.56 rip off his mouth, he'll never talk again [Verse] When I fuck my bitch on Percs, sound like I'm killin' someone (On God) Some of my brothers in the streets, they hire kids to kill opps For a music video, only time we gonna get up Pop an X, go to the moon like [?] spaceship Why you flex your whip like it's a Maybach? It's an A-Class base model Prometh' and codeine, but sellin' homebrew in a Qua' bottle I'm still movin' pills, barely make profit 'cause I still pop 'em Why you walk 'round with a .22? It's useless, won't do nothin' Big Benz, I hopped out, bitch, these Rick Owens, not Vans on Eight deep, twelve guns in this Sprinter van, this a manhunt Bitch try give it up, politely told her, "Don't fuck fans," nah (The fuck?) Pour up two ounces in half a liter, dirty Fanta Sellin' homebrew in old Qua' bottles, finessin' white kids I wish I could quit these drugs, but they so enticin' Shit, I think I took too much, if I pass out, I'm dyin' If the rap money so damn bad, start car-hoppin' and robbin', uh [Chorus] Big stepper, tracked down, it's triple black leather Bitches still trickin' and I still won't spend a damn penny Fell in love with benzos, don't care if it's 'bout the Xans, K-pens 5.56 rip off his mouth, he'll never talk again (Buh-buh-buh-buh) Big stepper, tracked down, it's triple black leather Bitches still trickin' and I still won't spend a damn penny Fell in love with benzos, don't care if it's 'bout the Xans, K-pens 5.56 rip off his mouth, he'll never talk again [Outro] (Eight hunnid)