Lyrics

[Drop] [Chorus] I was sittin' at the kitchen table, choppin' up my yayo But all of a sudden I heard three shots go through my window I crawled to my bedroom then I reached up under my mattress I grip my Glock Then ran up out the door, are started to cappin' The only thing I seen was the duals from the Chevy Three holes in my wall got me spooked, but I ain't scary I called up Homicide, on the other end was Michael too I got from static, it's time to jump in my mechanic suit [Bridge] When I popped the clip in to the Smith n' W-E double S, O-N Ho, I shoot yo fuckin' granddaddy off the porch We caught 'em slippin' he was hangin' on the backstreets Fuck the trunk, we put his ass in the backseat Glock in his face bitch don't look at me he tried to explain I started to laugh and then I smacked him with my pistol, mane Diligent and straight jacked and beat him down I started not to shoot the ho, but Goldy said smoke him [Chorus] I was sittin' at the kitchen table, choppin' up my yayo But all of a sudden I heard three shots go through my window I crawled to my bedroom then I reached up under my mattress I grip my Glock Then ran up out the door, are started to cappin' The only thing I seen was the duals from the Chevy Three holes in my wall got me spooked, but I ain't scary I called up Homicide, on the other end was Michael too I got from static, it's time to jump in my mechanic suit