Lyrics

[Verse 1] Okay now tell these haters be gone We on, a whole-nother level The top is where I belong Down for whatever Wrong nigga to sleep on Someone bring a shovel tell these rappers 'RIP' home Since I can remember, all I knew was P-stones Why you think they call me gunner for? Little homie keep chrome Put two through your cheek bones Smoke one on your bitch ass One hand on my steering wheel The other one's on your bitch's ass Yeah nigga I get cash constantly Catch me in a two door Jag passing cars on Ponce De Le Young bitch, I'm on bitch Like Lil Kim in her old days, I'm nasty with it But I like my bitches bow-legged, know know, ? with it Yessir, J-O-D-Y B-R double E Z-E Keep it OG like Eazy E But I ain't no crip though Four fifth new clip on my hip so Don't trip get whipped out your mother fucking seat won't beat tell them niggas 'better get low' These niggas sweet like ? I'm killing these niggas like Newports My stomach's growling, and y'all niggas looking like meatloaf I do this twenty-four hours ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? cowards Jody Breeze, aye yeah, that's that nigga Say you want some weed, aye, pass that nigga 'What you about to do to me?' Oh, blast that nigga Now he dead, and that's that nigga