I Dont Have Zelle

[Intro] On God [Verse] Yeah, that nigga fresher than a bitch, but you know he dirty Made my lil cousin shoot his brother, 'cause he owe me thirty 'Round my way, nigga I ain't playing 'bout no fucking pape' Walk my man down, stand over him, it ain't no mistake Lil cuz Harlem Shaking every time he try to control the Drac' Stupid bitch, catch attitude and won't roll her face I was on the grind with them slabs like a roller blade A hunned round drum out the Drac', it'll blow for days Broke a slab down, I got her drooling, look at aunty face They could drop me from the label now, on God, I'd be straight Krrrr on a bshhh , pussy boy, this not no .38 All we know is sliding, up the violence and the murder rate I ain't got no job bitch, that's why I got the Tommy wit' me Dirty ass braids, shooting the Drac', look like Quanny wit' me I just popped two 30's, bitch it's a zombie in me Fuck the bell, I'll go on the run, put a bounty on me Nigga run off with a slab, I turn to a bounty hunter They go for twenty, hmm, I charge 'em thirty 'cause I rounded on 'em On Key Way, these niggas weird like D Wade Bust the slab, split it three ways Remember calling on three ways Had Amiris on for three days Cartie's on, I don't wanna see them niggas [?] beat a nigga with a bat, he Beanie Sigel with it I walk a nigga down with this Drac', I got the reaper with me I put a fucking slug in yo' face, don't go to tweaking with me These niggas only gangster in the stu', that's just some shit they rap I'll put your brother in a suit, you won't get him back [Outro] On God